My Road - (This poem contains innapropiate language but had deep meanings expressed)

My road; Is oh so cold
Females write in big letters
but they not so bold
I try to do things right
but they dont work out
so I do things different but
sometimes my good luck folds
And when it does I get the
You ! I told , No !
You cant tell me Shit
I wont listen , Oh Lord.
Why did I travel down this road?

My road; Is something like a pearl
Always seem to be down
So I figure, go fetch a girl
So I catch a girl
That I thought liked me
But See...
She all about long nights and fight-ing
When we doing the grown
Her lips she bitting, She bike-ing
We both having the times of our lives
But in the back of my head
I know this girl cant be my wife
So I let her go ,
Got another girl like come'on lets go
Listeners Like Boy please
We'll you must not know
Im cold, Oh Lord.
Why did I travel down this road?

My road; Is so damn curvy
My brakes dont work
But I still dont worry
I talk to Ma dukes
She like : Son use your head
But little do she know
Its occupied by the bread
The bread! a term of so many definitions
The bread Im talking about
Without I wont survive my condition
But with it, My actions be oh so wrong
I sigh and Say AHHH like im Trey Songz
but Im not
Im Quan in the dark, Light please !
as if I was J Cole
Oh Lord. Why did I travel down this road?