u sacrificed my love
for the B down the street
she got crooked braid in her hair
and ash on her feet
her perfume is of dead flowers
old, shelfed, and cheap
but she give good head
so instead u choose her
over me.
she don't cook cornbread
and only know hip hop
mainstream jazz offers too much
class, and her breast to big
for her top.
u rub ur feet together on
her tattered couch
she speaks from ghetto
storefronts never watch her mouf.
u say u want one thing
but i see u with another
back porch brotha.
for the B down the street
she got crooked braid in her hair
and ash on her feet
her perfume is of dead flowers
old, shelfed, and cheap
but she give good head
so instead u choose her
over me.
she don't cook cornbread
and only know hip hop
mainstream jazz offers too much
class, and her breast to big
for her top.
u rub ur feet together on
her tattered couch
she speaks from ghetto
storefronts never watch her mouf.
u say u want one thing
but i see u with another
back porch brotha.