Black Poetry : Trashy lovers Are like flashy covers on magazines Dew rag clean but misled wanna kiss go to bed This stuff is built ballistic

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Trashy lovers
Are like flashy covers
On magazines
Dew rag clean
but misled
Wanna kiss go to bed
This stuff is built ballistic
And a sense of guilt persisted
He drinks milk don’t get it twisted
Soften words use the right quotes
But often that confuse folks
The verbs amuse his hopes

 

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The verbs amuse his hopes
Of getting a chick
By letting a quick
Rap hit her ears
And be trapped it appears
strong like elephants' backs
From home relevant facts
Whatever happens
After some clever rapping
In any case
Still plenty lace
For boys and many race

 

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For boys and many race
To get some, but at least
There’s a phat feast
After this so peace
Prevail
For a female
Now this is hood art
And it stood apart
From others
But some dumb brother
Haven’t caught on yet
In school not taught to forget

 

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In school not taught to forget
But remember who he is
Over the summer
He was the holder of a hummer
He met a chick walking home
Started talking strong
Her body shape slim
She waits for him
Oh, he want some fast
And hope it come to past
She’s a BLACK SOUL SISTA
She stroll and whisper

 

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She stroll and whisper
In boys ears
They enjoy and hears
Steak feast on his menu
Cake and peace will continue
True no doubt and write
Throughout the night
After they’ve kiss
No disaster with this
She has cake and proceed
With great speed
HE SAID: Look boo