Did you hear that?!
Baby listen closely,
put your ear to my chest
Not that close.
Close your eyes,
say what you just said.
Did you hear that?
That crack?
That smack?
That pinch?
Baby listen closely.
In there isn’t nice and toasty.
Did you hear that?!
That was my heart breaking.
I get played over and over and over again, and I know it.
Say baby, can I be your slave
I’ve got to admit girl you’re the shit girl, and I’m diggin’ you like a grave.
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin’ post, or-or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons.
Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star.
Is your name Yemaya? Oh. Hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun.
Ooo. Is that a smile me put on your face child?
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover.
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money.
Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah shit.
Who am I?
It’s not important but they call me Brother to the Night, and right now I’m the blues in your left thigh. Tryin’ to become the funk in your right.
Who am I?
I’ll be whoever you say.
But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter blindly pursuing you as my prey.
And I just wanna give you injections of sublime erections, and get you to dance to my rhythm.
Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight.
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism.
Come on slim. Fuck yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him.
It’s you who I wanna step to my scene.
‘Cos rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry ass reality. I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream.
Who am I?
Well they all call me Brother to the Night, and right now I’m the blues in your left thigh. Trying to become the funk in your right
Is that alright?
My guy problems are officially over. I hate him, and he makes me sick.
When he flirts with me
I always wonder
In the back of my head
“Why?”
When he doesn’t flirt
With me
I alway wonder
In the back if my head
“I’m not good enough?”
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