Snakes eyes and back doe’ Joe kept a brotha low, Ivory on the flo’ one more roll to go…. now I’m picking up the dough!
Snakes eyes and back doe’ Joe kept a brotha low, Ivory on the flo’ one more roll to go…. now I’m picking up the dough!
Poetry is art in linguistic cadences!
Dark skin nappy hair you belong to me Skin dipped in melanin We can sail the seas Or we can sell the C Whatever it be I’m hold U Protect you Put that in my decree Night time conversations with the moon lit Daytime goofiness while they be on some cool shit /// We be into new new Convo on loose screws If Auntie was alive she’ll hit me with The Who knew /// But I knew it when I met you When I met you you was extra and the extra was electric Alone with your spirit I can feel it when I’m near it Cause the feeling keep on building and I pray it never exit/// Stop.......... playing with my soul You spoke to me in silver but the feeling u give is Gold Something tells me that I’m turning you o