Black Poetry : she was a BROWN SOUL SISTERand boys gather around to blisterher ears with love stufffor her the news greaterbut left a huge craterlike a hole in

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she was a BROWN SOUL SISTER
and boys gather around to blister
her ears with love stuff
for her the news greater
but left a huge crater
like a hole in her soul
she's alone and home
talk to a boy on her phone
being home is legit
but she can be blown to bits
by love talk she's has a boss attitude
but can't make a false move

 

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but can't make a false move.
her coochee shook soft and aware
have to move the books off that chair
on the phone this boy raps a lot
wanna try trap her on the spot
his power at odds
and like a shower rod
it dries damp clothes
while he revamps flows
he wants cake and thirst for help
but he must take the first step
he comes with flimsy rhymes

 

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he comes with flimsy rhymes
and like assembly lines
they produce cars
while there's juice in girls' bras
she stays smart
and while they were apart
she wrote a love letter every week
he thought that was very sweet
she think about matters
while her thing is pink and shatters
a pair of panties like washing machines
and boys be literally squashing teams

 

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and boys be literally squashing teams
to find her, one boy said boo let's sit and talk.
and we may git to walk
away holding hands
with golden plans
about a crazy marriage
while pushing a baby carriage
his plan is romance
but don't stand a chance
to get that
her thing wet and phat
he shoots hoops bold

 

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he shoots hoops bold.
there's no loopholes
in basketball
it can get drastic yall
and be a fantastic fall
from grace in this place
this boy learning and chilling
and like a burning building
it's a bright light in his life
this girl got cake wanna a slice
naw player one boy lost his mine
jumped on top and stuck it in