With your lips you spit fire
Setting the beauties of your daughters ablaze
In their panties you pride and glory yourself like a soccer man whose team held up a trophy
You pulled them closer for correction in front of their mums
Yet, spank their shaky ass measuring the steps and tone in anxiety
Your attitude has made your girls less concern about the future. Their brothers even have to slain each other to prove their ability.
You pounce on them with your unforgiving rod of destruction causing them to bear forbidden fruits.
Daughters are no longer safe in the hands of you wicked daddies. Daddies who ought to protect now slain and strip daughters off their destinies for a jar of fresh blood.
Uncage the spirit of your daughters so your sons can find a good thing and obtain favour.
You sugar daddies whose life is bitter beyond expression.