Poem -

Quart Dance

Quart Dance

She is not yours
An
Knock knock
Hello 
She is not mine
My quart 
Is not cold 
As yours
But when that 
Girl comeout that door
Its hit the neck
Go out your way
Because tonite
Its going down
An you know it
Put mine on the line
Shawty
Det city lady
I need my sleep
Studio slave
From the shoulder
Hit
Man she look as if hers pouring
Lighting
Imagine its flash
Still an forever
Feel it their gone
Het
Her heels are connected
Too a killa
Hey
Her body has asked
Me
Over the amount
Of times
Pride
Thanks for designing
Here it is
Now start 
Like I forgot to shave
Before the light goes away
Baby joined me
Baby I got a snazzy fuse
Kill who
This my half of the establishment
It just don't happen dude
Het
Yeah
I seen it 
My blood turned cold
Hear this it is called
Begging for that pipe exposure
A head for both shoulders
Hey 
They get old
Thinking I'll be left alone
Sitting under a dripping faucet
They dead
Seemed to be
The answer
My dreads grown 
With the spirit
Am I smaller now
A squish in my spread
Stand close to the heat
An Scream in need air
With rose
I did not fly here
A few diamonds
And that Grey funk
Unlike presidency
Thats forever an The 360
They looked at me
An I got paper too do it
Registration around my neck
Suspect ownership 
Play it dry
An watch it do 
Been em
Everything up An Locked
I smile when I'm right
Homeless left a puddle
Bright light 
All our family
Says hello
So I mug an take a hopeful sit
Insanely
Look who has the opinions 
The back print spells Blessed
Yes
Impression does not show it
But boi I'm proud
Luning looking for shelter
Became baby's home
Its a baby 
So it has to grow 
Last stance 
Take it from the toe
Mob gun
Wit that bishop glow
I asked
Nie put it togther
Boy her tear
Came in on a feather
I stood weather
Next time make sure it's paid for
Chaining
Clown faces
Not the ones that don't do Brief
Meetings
You want it 
I know it
Because your blood Naked
Finding your lord baby
Yes its hectic 
I've been wishing
Too hot to lose
Needle full of soft
That I use for a saw
On a chick
That's want to go soft
During the use of a sawedoff 
Who's not
Winning
I got Baltimore weather 
At the end of a seasonal change
Young bull
That's not a pacifier
You are the one
Too tote my water 
Up 26 flights 
A candle on each flight
So your mind never gets lonely
You didn't know they were
Freaking lo
Freaky low
Simple I paid
An up grade

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