The Cool

The Cool

Spits swag and sneezes smoove. Seemingly effortless in social interactions. Brings the party with him wherever he goes. A constant rotation of activity and unmentionables in his chambers. Knows what the girls like. Soulja Boy Tell 'Em. Eats without having to work. Works without having to sweat. Sweats without having to stink. He is dominant almost everything but, but is allergic to humble pie. Oozing charisma, with a cheek-to-cheek grin. He is the Roc Boy, the alpha male in the pack, and he only concerns himself with those of the same ilk. But don't get it confused, if the need arises, he shall remind all that he is Sir HNIC. He dwells on the surface level. Secretly tormented by his lifestyle. He has insecurities, but uses them as a quilt to protect him from becoming ever facing The Real. However, there is no room for the The Cool and The Real to coexist in the same arena. The only Real that matters is The Cool's Real.

Cool

Inhales and exhales patience and humility. Struggles constantly to maintain a sense balance. Makes the battle between good and bad seem somewhat honorable. Allows his passions to guide his interactions. Common. Works so he can eat. Sweats so he can work. Sweats without having to stink. Knows his strengths and limitations, and uses both for personal edification. Confident without being cocky. Knows what his woman wants. Dedicated to a belief, a cause, a standard bigger than himself. Concerns himself with the needs of others. But don't get it confused, if the need arises, he will be reminded that he is a Man. He digs deeper past the surface. Is aware of his sins, and constantly works to move past, through, over and past it. He has insecurities, but what Man doesn't? There is one Real, and it isn't his.