Thoughts have thoughts of their own; descending from the governor,
throne: this is written for my home girl Simone. Heart made of Gold; the
girl cold with the flow, head on straight she knows where she wants to
go; bold. Queen of Sheba; smoking cheeba. Breaking her down is not
simple, I’ve gotta be thorough: bread-street cread, the girl an eastside
rider. Complexion, like a Indian red: Legs.
Get it together I almost forgot about my thoughts, the thoughts that seem to get lost in the atmosphere; were gatherings of exotic ecstasy is near; what is fear?
I am; come from a thought to a blood clot, domination: Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head: Allah
9 months no hesitation; there was a flood of water mixed with blood, Father-Son.
Show discipline like a sho gun.
I am the cream of the planet I can do magic like turning water to ectoplasm; created from Adams: no wonder I am the son of Adam; Eve, deadly: trees it’s like the zigzag man is following me.
Simone You still following me, we in the cipher of thoughts banging like rodey piper vs Rick Ross, like that was totally one of those 80s thoughts.
The 80s, Simone the 80s was crazy: Crack hit the streets. Moms lose babys, crazy.
Shootouts like every nights; whoop whoop onetime; flight.
Simone; the Queen of the night, soul free; opposite of boxed.
Thoughts.
Get it together I almost forgot about my thoughts, the thoughts that seem to get lost in the atmosphere; were gatherings of exotic ecstasy is near; what is fear?
I am; come from a thought to a blood clot, domination: Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head: Allah
9 months no hesitation; there was a flood of water mixed with blood, Father-Son.
Show discipline like a sho gun.
I am the cream of the planet I can do magic like turning water to ectoplasm; created from Adams: no wonder I am the son of Adam; Eve, deadly: trees it’s like the zigzag man is following me.
Simone You still following me, we in the cipher of thoughts banging like rodey piper vs Rick Ross, like that was totally one of those 80s thoughts.
The 80s, Simone the 80s was crazy: Crack hit the streets. Moms lose babys, crazy.
Shootouts like every nights; whoop whoop onetime; flight.
Simone; the Queen of the night, soul free; opposite of boxed.
Thoughts.
Blackhemmingway~2014
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