Sunday, May 27, 2012

Shit be

If I could love make to my thoughts
Let me have a beer & smoke a choke then get back wit ta
That's that made into an afro deciack
It's kinda hard when you waiting on the frost to cum
Exactly choosing between always nice & round but on
Occasion needing it to be Alongated.
Sampling how love remains its branded
Participated in loves crash landings
Recongnizing how I got off track
No afro de ciack
I'm back and feeling quite elongated
Some shit you can see from behind in the wind like a schwin.
The legend of becoming branded by real love is no fake war.
Motions becoming the live vibe while the words are hushed in the night