Black Poetry : she’s KOREAN GIRL in a mini skirt With red lips and plenty flirt She met one boy stable his mind After some table wine Made from red grapes No more he

He shoots hoop every opportunity.
With a group from the community
She hears music at that time.
He uses it for a phat rhyme.
And his stats climb.
Like squirrels in trees
Aw lot of girls flees from these.
This HIP HOP culture has juice and beholding.
It’s sculpture produced by molding.
She’s new to the city.
And like humidity
These are tiny droplets.


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