Black Poetry : Flirtin With Fire ( Blowin It Up !!)

Mario William vitale

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flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire

her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes

bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality

in society we got hidden games you see with peeps working on their degree

come carry me through the philosphical mockery of what one is willing to achieve

got bars that soar got bars so good right their in the hood we used to go

bust up the inner beat to increase the tempo show you the way to go

got Tony Snow with all the blow up his nose he snorts out his sleeve

Monumuntal in his presidential working on the wall sits in his ivory tower ten feet tall

No it all in his hideaway its just a getaway to Twitter knowing nothing better

if you got money to roll and all that cash to blow bust up the beat to increase the tempo



Got bars sipping green tea leaves in my souped up Camry everybody see me

gravitate to create a rhyme filled with hate I comtemplate to date

hip to be square as i wear your fathers underware what he don't no why bother

in the streets in the hood kicking the tin can making everybody understand

in my field od dreams living in a world so very mean where people scream

everybody wants a piece of me while I hold my head up so happily

the hood is no good while your sweating best you be forgetting the message we are treading

let them keep you secong guessing as you ponder your home up a yonder

I'm a strong leader not a follower yet of the savior with stereo nor caper

hear as i serve every word in a hot plate filled with love created from heaven up above



now that David Cassidy is gone its hard to sing another happy song

the seed that was dropped out of a farmers bag has grown leave everyone alone

limited time almost left yet I must confess the bet is not one quite yet

isn't it a tragedy that folks are blinded from reality in its plain course destiny

what are we willing to achieve when it comes down to you and me

playing the game of reality there is so much to believe and be free

yet freedom isn't free there's a price tag to it although there's nothing to it

Black Panthers against the clan when will both understand the hunger inside

Al Gore doing climate control amidst Trump's death toll but I guess that's how he roll

little fat boy in North Korea call him the little cheater until he gets knocked to the floor



Flirtin with fire blowin it up right upon the masses never second classes

like O.J. Simpson fresh out of prison what were they thinking

my words can be simple my words can be fresh taking everybody down to the test

like Bill Cosby licking another jello pudding pop that homeboy do think a lot

we got the cops in cars the local bars never saw a woman so alone

throw the dog a new fresh bone as far as he may roam

flirtin with fire cause i'm sexy have you missed me they say you want to kiss me

now is the final time to think things over amidst disorder my brother or why we even bother

a new day is upon us bust out a beat with Sonic but we always stay on it

brand new day to shine amidst this final rap line with all the heads that are walking blind
 

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