Should I paint my belly yellow,
and disguise what I do know?
What do you people want? Who knows?
So, if you want them I supply new flows.
New style... say I'm not peaceful while I smile.
Even speach with Ignorance can be free.
I support that you're speaking.
But, people seem misguided with me.
The way I handle words, poetically...
they call it simple, forgettably.
If you have a mind, wake it up.
If you have a hobby, take it up.
My hobbies are many
You want me tortured?
On a jet like Benny?
Or to fall off my game like Penny?
I know the word-hustle.
I've known some strong mental muscles.
I know how to tussle, but don't do it.
I know I could probably have you touched for free.
But, no matter how much you hate my love grows.
If you don't....somone/something up above knows.
2007-12-19
00:13:31
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