so thats my que on what to do, struttin through in button blue...touchin me im touchin you...suckin me im lovin you, indefinatley huggin you....as i recieve ya lovin too...thats just what i love to do....aside from all the poetry and still nobody's knowin me.....i stopped doin tha blow for weed,still wishin it would snow indeed.....i know i gotta grow my seed.....all the while i blow my weed,no showin greed....just bein intimate, my flows are oh so intricate and simplistic....do away wit this pimp shit....no livin quick....just givin gifts not to recieve....would you percieve tha things i say....as bein just a little way, around tha way from what u say.............