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]

no such thing is half way crook
some boys scared to death scared to look
SHE SAID: oh boys have a butter plan
and go for the upper hand
so they rap quick
just to trap a chick
mystery and devastation
is like a victory celebration
oh, a boy can win this
if he begins with brisk
love talk and a phat kiss
oh, a girl fine in the club

 

[rhymebad]

oh, a girl fine in the club
is like a sign of love
oh, she doesn't mind a hug
and a text from a boy
but not going to become a dumb sex toy
oh, a kiss on the cheek
a girl reminisce and sleep
want to keep her from departing
a lot sweet kissing is starting
oh, she use her tongue
boys be amused and sprung
and really want some hung

 

[rhymebad]

really want some be hung
oh, phonics and EBONICS
and some gin and tonic
boys excited over her body
invited her to a party
oh, this is true and bazaar
a boy with a new car
pick this chick up
her butt round and fine
and boys use downtime
to rap to her patient thinner
religion no good for a sinner

 

[rhymebad]

religion no good for a sinner
and television after dinner
quieten things down a lot
thunder in his flow is strange
had to undergo a change
now no blunder it's rearrange
oh, a girl breast is here
and they are less severe
this boy wants to suck them
she best duck him
getting props and a hug
is like jumping in a hot tub

 

[rhymebad]

is like jumping in a hot tub
it relaxes her but still no scrubs
in her life
so it begin nice
oh convince booty
and a sense of duty
can compel boys to rap
that stuff they enjoy perhaps
oh, a boy chilling with quotes
and building a boat
that float on grammar
and hope to hammer