Black Poetry : she was a BLACK SOUL SISTA and nice boy on the corner whisper twice in her ear she prefer not to hear if it's about sex and stuff boys wanna text and

[rhymebad]

she was a BLACK SOUL SISTA and nice
boy on the corner whisper twice
in her ear
she prefer not to hear
if it's about sex and stuff
boys wanna text and huff
and puff in bed
and that's enough said
wore a beautiful black dress
like facts it impress
boys they wanna beg
so, she stays on the edge

 

[rhymebad]

so, she stays on the edge
to try duck and dodge
but got struck by a large
kiss, oh she didn't know
what to do oh his flow
was off the hook
her coochee was soft and shook
a period of time
is like lyrics and rhyme
it has aim which is a sign
of success, need a way to take action
and get cake and satisfaction

 

[rhymebad]

and get cake and satisfaction
he applied affection
in a specified direction
to drink beer in the dark
is like a career in art
can draw a picture
with raw scripture
like KODAK
so, he flows fact
so, boo let him have a little bit
to fiddle wit
he has a unique brain

 

[rhymebad]

he has a unique brain
his words stay bazaar
and like a radar
it's a tracking system
attacking folks with wisdom
in the street with fact
rather concrete or abstract
in possession of love
started with aggression in the club
oh, he just stuck his hand under her dress
she couldn't duck, his plan is to test
her pound cake

 

[rhymebad]

her pound cake
a round butt makes
it complex and possible
as one knows sex is the gospel
these lyrical features
are lyrical to teachers
oh, she just started to MOAN AND GROAN
and say stuff off the hook
and her coochee was soft and shook
so, look SHE SAID: the job is sweet
and like MOB DEEP
no such thing is halfway crook