Is it wrong to think of myself as a god to beIs it wrong not to believe in what only they seeMy Blackness is the keyTrue light emanates from meIt’s warm and cozy like sheNow who is she that’s got it like thatSo Pretty, ass so fatYeah it’s like thatJamming to the beat of her drumsSuch a sweet songPlay it even when I’m goneRead my mindAnd tell me what you findYou’ll be the first to knowTell me, why does she glowDon’t wanna meet and greet herAnd spoil my fantasties appetite,You know it’s a voracious eaterMy mouth is my eyesAnd my eyes are my touchI swear the girl do protest too muchLet me be future me without waitingBecause time seems short forget graduatingBut mother says life’s a circle and not a lineIf so then mama send me home and make me better the next time
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