Black Poetry : Well a kid at home That seldom did wrong Learn to respect others Boys wanna wreck her butters Because she said so Pause her lips a red glow A BROWN SO

[rhymebad]

Be shook in town
City and roads
With witty codes
With plans and charts
Now stand here in WALMART
This is all apart
Of falling in love
Now calling the club
Now this boy thought to flow.
He ought to know.
By now she’s hot down there
And juice around everywhere

 

[rhymebad]

Can stuff a pair of dry panties
So girl you have cute lace
In that suitcase for a picnic
This boy wanna chick quick
His brain intact
So, this is plain fact.
Girl this is his main act.
He left but he came back.
Want a burger and fries.
He’s a server of lies.