"Bounce Wit Me"
These
Young black girls
In a permanent state
Of undress
Address
Dis-United Nations
With their
Firm, black
"Power to the peephole"
*****
And their perky
"Bounce wit me"
"Bounce wit me"
Titties
And suddenly
MLK's dream
Becomes lost
In an ocean
Of Homie's
Wet dreams
And another poet dies
And another poet dies
On the sidewalk
Where conscious lyrics
Fade with the chalk outlines
Shot down in a
Neighbourhood drive-by
And the misguided bullets lie
When they call your mama
A "*****"
And the mother of your children
A "HO"
But it's all good
In the Hip Hop Hood
Until
"************"
Becomes an official taste bud
On the tips of
Our children's tongues
And I want
More
Than just the
Flavour of a black body
To
"Bounce wit me"
"Bounce wit me"
I want
Somebody
To
Kill the beat
And
Resurrect
That dead poet
*from the vagina chronicles*
All Rights Reserved
Hunter
These
Young black girls
In a permanent state
Of undress
Address
Dis-United Nations
With their
Firm, black
"Power to the peephole"
*****
And their perky
"Bounce wit me"
"Bounce wit me"
Titties
And suddenly
MLK's dream
Becomes lost
In an ocean
Of Homie's
Wet dreams
And another poet dies
And another poet dies
On the sidewalk
Where conscious lyrics
Fade with the chalk outlines
Shot down in a
Neighbourhood drive-by
And the misguided bullets lie
When they call your mama
A "*****"
And the mother of your children
A "HO"
But it's all good
In the Hip Hop Hood
Until
"************"
Becomes an official taste bud
On the tips of
Our children's tongues
And I want
More
Than just the
Flavour of a black body
To
"Bounce wit me"
"Bounce wit me"
I want
Somebody
To
Kill the beat
And
Resurrect
That dead poet
*from the vagina chronicles*
All Rights Reserved
Hunter