http://www.nathanielturner.com/marvinxtable.htm By Marvin X Make love to her mind Treasure that she has a mind Precious and whole, holy Up from slavery from negrocities Of every kind Low life, rot gut, rat level let her know Lick her all over thrill her with original thoughts/actions Be revolutionary, radical, bodacious Stay beyond the common Have some class about yaself With the classic lady Wearing a mind of her own So you too Be unusual Say unusual things Beyond I love you baby ***** and **** kindergarten games With bling bling on your minus brain brain Say I love you too But show it talk is cheap Better to show her your love Or she will think about you and wonder Say things She's never heard before Ihdhina sirata al mustaqim (guide us on the straight path) Make her laugh til she comes in panties With serious jokes to get her mind off the world Never let her figure you out Be always a mystery When she figures you out you're through Don't be that dumb A thinking woman is not a man Need not be lesbian or bisexual but if she is lost and turned out twisted, mannish, computer down make her party with you and her girls If she's really a thinking woman She wants a man of superior thinking Not a dummy Unread, illiterate, ignut ****** Who wants her cause she fine But don't have a clue bout her mind And never will in a thousand years So he gets her drawers And babies come But he never grows like the babies And wants her to shut up Don't think at all Don't figure him out Mr. Mystery who ain't no mystery A very well known type Easily cast for a B movie Yet trying to ride first class Without a ticket Without a thought of his own Holding on for dear life With the thinking woman Who tells him nightly of world events He cares nothing about Or even black art on the wall He tears down before you call 911 After he punched a hole in the wall Because he disagreed with your Independent thought not from the Masjed Since he's so sunni beyond sunni Won't be a Shia to save his punk *** life fundamental islam might make him the revolutionary man he vows never to be since he might have to think beyond traditional myth and ritual. Unless he goes to school somewhere Besides the ignut barber shop and ignut prison Although prison is no sin Unless he makes it his home And comes out with AIDS Swearing he ain't gay. The cellie who sucked his **** was a woman He swears. Listen to another thinking woman Your other girlfriend maybe Who might have a similar thought And probably will About the world Don't be shocked she has the same thoughts Your main woman has Same spiritual ideas Actually, they go to the same new thought church, So yes, they think the same, amazed Surprised at this double trouble Or is it double truth Ain't but one thought, really You simple minded rappin *** ****** Rhyming like you in kindergarten Real poetry don't rhyme, I thought you knew One Mind, One Truth, One Thought let her know you love her As she ponders the universe Don't disturb her quiet moments In her study her prayer and meditation Searching new thought from old truths. If you know everything she knows Shut the **** up and pretend Learn how to act with the thinking woman Walk her walk, talk her talk If you know better, act like she's the genius She ain't always wrong And most of the time she right If you touch her right Even in her thinking mode She will scream into the night And be amazed at the reality of love How in the hell did you figure out how to Rock her world? She had it all together til you came or made her come As it were Now her thoughts are all discomposed, shattered like glass And when you want to beat her Because her thoughts overlap her lips Beat her with your mind Or slap her with your penis even Across her mouth She will be amazed at your ingenuity. We are merely free slaves One generation away My grandfather was a cotton picker My mother was a cotton picker Even I was a cotton picker Up from slavery Never forget the pain of ancestors Distant and present The whip, the rape of men and women The bloody abortion of children Never forget and always know We are in the land of murderers And the children of murderers Think about it and never think This is some heaven on earth For it is surely hell until The hour of freedom Until we think in unity And rise Man and woman In unity Beyond murder Beyond hell Beyond ignorance and fear Beyond gender hatred To the region forbidden to all but the true So climb the mountain together Man and woman thinking Into the ripples of the pond Climb atop the green hills Sit by the ancient tree and consider All the beauty, all the blessings For all the labor and pain And in enjoy the wealth Of your woman's mind Enjoy the pleasure of her womb And be true to her and yourself And welcome each other into the valley of peace Where the lake of love awaits thinkers Of every kind Let the Lord know you know Him and serve Him Let Him bless you and rain love upon you in His name. As-Salaam-Alaikum wa rhamatulahi wa barakatuhu. Peace be unto you and the mercy of Allah and His blessings.