day starts with ladies;
lone nights ended at homes.
they all good daughters of bad daddies
& their love --- a fire in cold storms.
i ain't understand ladies;
pre se, only feel their foams
whisper, love, & lies. i offer roses without red-thorns.
their lips talk to my body
my body mags on uniform;
hands cleave off 'em lil' shawty's
& 'em shawty's call us love-worms.
us men talkin' 'bout their hobbies.
'em barbies swagging alike miss gormzess
they take us behind their lobbies
& in lobby, us men be real t-storms.
and my day starts with ladies;
long nights end at homes.
they all good daughters of bad daddies
& their love -- a fire in cold storms.
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