thoughts thoughts

Lost thoughts of being open literally sliced open Dr’s scoping and probing intro; open.

Flow cold man call me a snow man that stay frozen in Pakistan; clap your man like a back hand; Serena.

Thoughts of success and how to flex; dreama.

Picture me riding in that new beama;

Sorry baby that’s not my penis this my nina, when it comes out they get to scream huh; fire rounds.

Blow kush; pound for pound James brown “get down”.

Clown; catch the fades first round, Tyson goes down.

Bubbly all around. I love that sound, money rollin out spreading love all around.

Were my Vato love: Pride, Brown.

Hitting the stretch on them like funk master flex on them like drawing nines and techs on them all due respect for them; pall barriers black suits and choirs rehearsing  hymns for them.

Elusive; bending, in the beginning bending  rhetoric on them.

Jumped in the pool and can’t swim.

You me her him the tether of life is thin, Israel kin.

Drunk off Holland gin, take it to the chin you and them identical twins.

Crazy; looney bin, bin laden ,Aladdin. Damn it got lost in my words, twisted jungle nouns and verbs.

Articulate words don’t slur, moving fast, catch me, blur, east side OG turf.

Swallow all this, girth.

Be careful; wickedness lurks, potent Rewind paragraph first, thoughts of being open, literally sliced open mind probing.

Blackhemmingway~2014π©