Black Poetry : She was a BROWN SOUL SISTA In the middle of town Boys wanna fiddle around But her dress is down Her skin blessed and brown Boys wanna occupy space And

Provides rides for chicks.
Their lips collide quick.
So, girl let him stick.
His hand under your skirt
And he did aw girl the phat
Lips on your thing is so juicy.
He wears bling she got coochee
Girl you were hot in college.
Now time to drop knowledge.
And HIP HOP will never be garbage.
He see cake and nothing to debate.
After that so girl he sees a date
 

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