Black Poetry : This is all real And like a small meal Need a burger and fries To merger with the skies On hunger as a UFO And that’s a deft flow In a rush for cake G

Have to practice being quick
She’s carrying them chopstick
So there’s some rice nearby
But he want some sincere pie
HE SAID: let's talk a little bit
He want some to fiddle wit
Aw girl you have a boyfriend?
SHE SAID: Maybe jest enjoy the wind
And leave it at that
Life is a thriller and surprising
And like a guerilla uprising
It’s combat in her habitat
 
It’s combat in her habitat
Having vocab leads to stats
One time she jumped in a drop top
CD turned up listening to HIP HOP
He jest kissed her lips drive away
Will she be able to survive today
In a mini skirt, bra and panties
Twirling potions in order
Like swirling ocean water
She’s wet down there
Juice around everywhere
Coochee hot who care
 

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