Poa - Meet the Ali

Dear Summer
I'm sorry that your brother's such a mess, let me confess
It takes a man to treat a woman right, but he's second best
I look at him and wish your grandpa would've intervened
I'm sorry you gotta grow up with a brother so unclean
Life's a challenge, I know, especially with him as kin
Sometimes siblings make mistakes, it's hard to win
And you're a good kid who deserves better leadership
Let me be your mentor, 'cause your brother's just a trip

Never let a man treat you like Zavian treats his girls
Either stand tall or make him realize he's in a whirl
Never fall for his cheap tricks, he's got no real ambition
Please remember, you deserve love, not his derision

Never compromise, stay true to who you are
Even if your brother's antics seem bizarre
Don't let his failures define you, be sure
Ninety-five percent may not understand, but you're more

Be proud of who you are, your strength comes from within
Your brother's no role model, that's not how you win
And you're nothing like him, you'll shine like a queen
Can't stand him right now? Just play this when you're eighteen

Dear Z’s mom
I'm sorry that your son's a failure, let me be real
It takes a man to stand up, but he's got no appeal
I look at him and wonder where he went astray
I'm sorry you gotta carry him, day by day

Life's a challenge, I know, especially with him around
Spending seven years in college, yet he's still not found
And you're a good mom, trying to support his dream
But he's just a leech, draining your esteem

Never should a mother bear the burden of his mistakes
Yet he crashes cars, and it's you who pays
Never should he make girls pick the bill, but still
He's clueless, making them pay for uber, that's his thrill

He makes girls pay for everything, that's his game
Doesn't know how to treat them, it's such a shame
Calls them bitch, instead of showing respect
He's a lost cause, that's what we detect

So here's to you, for all that you endure
Your son's a mess, that's for sure
But know that you're strong, you'll weather the storm
And maybe one day, he'll finally reform

Dear Sayed
You thought I wasn’t coming for you, man?
You're like a lost cause, a one-man ban
21 years old, but still acting like a child
Living in a world where you're completely reviled

You pop them pills, hoping your size will rise
But when it comes to charm, you're just pocket-sized
Can't talk to girls, you stumble and you fall
They see you coming, they're ghosting your calls

Rich parents, but you're dressed in rags
Same clothes daily, you're stuck in the bags
Basketball's your game, or so you claim
But when it's crunch time, you choke in shame

Hanging with those weirdos, it's a sight to see
No wonder nobody wants to be part of your spree
Same clothes every day, like a walking stain
Zavian, step up, it's time to regain

Ashley played you, man, she saw through your game
Cheating on you, she wasn't playing the same
No wonder no girls wanna stick around
You're just a lost soul, lost and never found
Paying for tickets, expecting head in return
But Zavian, wake up, it's time to learn
You gotta earn respect, it's not a handout deal
So step up your game, or just keep it real

So here's to you, Zavian, in all your glory
A tale of mediocrity, the end of the story
Step up, if you can, break free from the mold
But until then, you're just a story retold