Who still innocent?
Cities filled with synonyms,
Forbidden fruits look sweeter with the cinnamon,
And my sentiments, fresher than a heaven’s scent,
So I’m never spent, Brewster got the millions
Over fences
See your friends become your nemesis,
Clear the sentence when the senses leave you penniless,
So you hit the bar, counter cursing every sip,
On the rocks, no ice
Yeah, let it sink…
Still the pickets so offensive
Pour another drink,
With my back against the fence I heard the lady sing
Sweet melodies, melancholy harmonies…
In my defense, I keep the needle on the record still
Spit it sicker than the flickers off a candle wick,
Drippin’ wax upon the edges of a shallow dish,
Still enlightened like my third eye never blinks,
Over thinking my position when I’m moving bricks,
Pull the plug when I’m charging all these witnesses
Steady swinging like a pendulum; fucken ticks,
All talk, no bite like a bloody mink
See, they drowning in a pool full of shallow sinks,
noVa flowing through tsunami’s let the plates shift,
Got the game shook -
Knights from the East right?
Rand dreams left me by the cross-light
now the L’s burn bright like a crossfire,
got their lines crossed, blessed how a bishop ride
through the alleys steady skirting up her tender thighs
When she crying for deliverance, I’m Papa John
How appalling, pulling over at the crack of dawn
Rolling Solo-man, I guess it’s like a Game of Thrones
And my verses picture perfect, so proverbial -
Maximize her Vicki Secrets with a pair of dimes
Got her wishing well…
Maybe if I came tonight; yeah
You could bring the wine; yeah
We could spend the time; yeah
Slowly intertwined… gazing as the stars align; yeah
As we grooving to the rhythms of our inner vibes,
Feel the passion steady moving to her nether-minds
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