An old poem of mine that i recently edited...
My Love Poem
Fresh Prince
Before you get the right idea, this is a love poem
with that said this isnt a love poem
a story of heart break and facing hard fate
i cant take what im holdin so i move my palms and feel the world crash
i mean this girl's ass make you wanna concoct ways to grab ya cock
witout nobody seeing you, but she a human being too
down to earth as gravity so i wanna get tight in her womb
seeing shorty's shadow smile could brighten a room
and im talkin four walls of glass at noon time she that bright
i say to her i think i love you and she give me a look like "oh is that right?"
the small of her back make me wanna get all in her back
pussy tighter then mayonaise jars, im hooked like im fallin fa crack
man im retarded i suppose im right
hips so tight make a muthafucka wanna propose at sight
im talkin lips full as moons sometimes
and like intelligence and shit, that make me wanna be a groom sometimes
like with her in my mind i could be free in imprisoment
i had to drop a poem about her copper tone she copyright infringement
i planned on hiding my feelings so i called my heart to book a disguise
i would take time out of eternity to look in her eyes
shining like when i look in the skies
around about 1:30 right on the basketball courts
no rain and shit neither..her being angry is as relaxing as hate
and i mean this in the best possible way but i have for her the passion of rape
if she passed me on a date in time, i would pray to avoid a dating crime
couldnt begin to tell her all of this to make her mine
i'd make her mind up like her makeup of genes
i wanna wakeup from this dream and when i wakeup
wakeup with her jeans on my floor and her panties hangin from the fan
maybe late nights on the corner slangin for her man
when we on a trip she fasten her pride
cause when i aint lookin she shakin her ass for cash on the side
is this love yet? this shit is catchy like the man
shotgun Uripedes or Cupid one of them tryna catch me like the clan
her scent is rich and i've often hugged her feelin the wealth
maybe if she said no kiss death with a glock to my lips and killin myself
but im saner than that its a no brainer in fact
cause she told me she doest suck dick and i dont just respect that
i admire it cause i cant say i do either and i think i like me
i hope she like me cause she not like me but i like her
im no Ty-son but try son if she hit me i would fight her
bite her if she was freaky invite her if she was shy
ask her for her hand in happiness and answer all her why's
all my life i've waited hopin for a belated ocean
of emotion to swim in since my mother's passing
memories begin flashing passing me by like Pharcyde's Bizarre ride
her breasts make me hard as steel like Clark Kent's pride
and she feels good like rub lotion...
i guess that doesnt make sense to you
so heres your reciept and i'll take back my love poem
1luv.
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