Sunday, November 3, 2013

eye to my blood diamond dash pet rescue.

time for mental dialogues,,,,

 dont U know you know your miind makes ya believe what you can'n'cannot.
dont you know i had book smarts before i went hoodrat'ya"ll.

and i aint got time to lie, since my limou/sines job is only a few weeks about to start,
and im so full, from my first snack time,  i eat rations as if i was a soldiar.

and im here typing my second post, and already i hope i got your pussy lips wet from my mental approach.

i know you got to front, and have an image to uphold,
but i wish nothing except to hold your light coco-lotioned hands
as i make my way to your vest or corset,
got me wishing to buy you some longeriettes, or however you spell it,
let go those bad images, dont you know im your pre-image like if you were my niggette.

now im watching documentaries as i write what niggas be calling my dairy,
i guess im dead, cuz im beyond most of thesee living souls, i must be dead, + soul-lesss.

now i know i havent gotten off topic, but im planning to end this rhyming, since im about to get to end of my page, so i just keep on writing, then i gotta reread my shit and purrrr-UFine it. you know where i first met ya, gotta me feeling all Jamaican!,  you know im Rasta, and i aint frontin, i hope you see me as your ryan goslin' \

you know im on my bad boy tip, like Will Smithin' it, but no puff dadddy rrumor of selling his booty for his industry, but you can be Jay -Lopp'in on my dick as i be your Mark Twain-An-Scar/faceTo,NY.

then id be puffying.  hoping my boys come back with work and all i do IS 'denzel train my mind to your motion, so i ve gone to far, as i was hoping, that you will pick up my call, but then i got hoppy when i noticed your new vioce in your voi-cells. be real and talk to me, O' comfort me for 2 to 4 minutes with your voice please.   let me know my mind is right and i can write , and dont need thses pills that got my heart, racing,.   tell ya the truth if i dont keep up with my meds i could be seeingU in spirit betwweeen the buried and me. just
 know i love ya, and im always go to sleep homin' ya. come off your hypnosis and come to my mesmoriz-isiians, like if you were an Angelic-Asian.
Muah

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