Dancin dancin dancin dancin machine, Mike doing
The Billie Jean, whie glove on, glitter on it it’s Ole so clean, balloons dropping like confetti, This lady naked walking away her body saying she Is ready. I always feel like somebody watching me, Changing the song like she should be changing the Scene. Room all alone no fans, no microphone, Mike’s gone. The King of Pop’s gone.
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IDK who, IDK what, and I definitely don’t know where…
But I thought that police want to protect and serve, So why these clowns over here looking like they’re scared? If you were just a bit smaller
You would have fit perfectly through the door Now I am forced to enjoy you Enjoy your beauty right before the storm Still not sure why I bought you But there is one thing for certain Tomorrow I will be out here again As long as we both can weather the storm. When you look at somethin’ do you see what it is or what it can be
A lil critiquing fine tuning to bring out its true beauty So I ask her When you look in the mirror Do you see what the world see or are you tryin to get the world to see what you see And as you recognize they lies and get hip to yo fate that you great Are you surprised that these simple people hate See some have an eye for the end result but because of they faults they try to keep the world in the dark That stankin thankin say I ain't gone accept them to be better than me That’s why snitchin’ at an all time high and the whole world gone be blind because they still believe it’s an eye for an eye But anywho I was never good at going from A to Z Hell I got a hard enough time going from A to B without combining the letters for Bae and Be But that just me going beyond what others can not see They closed minded thinking and impossibilities See I pink ain't nothin but baby red And that baby gone only grow based off of what that baby get feed Mind, Body and Soul It all start with that baby head And if she ever gon’ be Queen it’s gon’ begin with the princesses in dat baby bed POETIC! We’re supposed to be the police,
They can’t see this big ass truck coming down the street Hey move over, we’re about to hit someone While they think shit sweet. My partner is about To cry in his seat, and when we do someone’s going To land on me, because there’s no window to protect me. My mother, Pamela Monique Hubbard, is my definition of greatness....
Because as a youngen, - I was able to witness her, "Strengths" through her Adversity - weight lifts, Hard times would get hard, but she would keep her chin up & back straight like her spinal cord came equipped w/braces.... - My mother, An advocate of the African culture, but she's far from a racist, She just be bias towards that fake sh*t, & that snake sh*t, And towards those with the power to talk but would choose to hold their tongues & say sh*t, - Before Beyonce' she would slay quick! - .....I remember my mother being a secretary, then she started to do hair, Then she switched to the social work care, then from there - It was off into Beach Brook, Then eventually Umidop, but the work there had to stop b/c she couldn't tolerate with the bullsh*t that she took, So within one look, "Look!" - She created her own organization, (Golden Ciphers) Despite the fact that her friends was behind her back hate'n, Talking down on how she wouldn't make it, - hypocrites would try to do business with her but them dollars she wouldn't even take it, Because she would stress, - that her, "Reputation" was worth more than a couple of peanuts.... Now 17yrs. had past & she den showed them, Golden Ciphers is built to last & she be jpay'n me like, - "Yeah son, now we're up!" And I can't wait till I see ya.... More importantly I can't wait till they free ya, And when you do come home its no need for you to turn back to them streets to try to scrape up that re-up, Because I got a spot here in my organization where you can help me raise these kids from the knee up, Helping you maintain, but at the same time maintaining our, "Nia!," - That's Purpose for those who might not know what the word Nia means.... My mother, Pamela Monique Hubbard, is my definition of greatness, & my beautiful Black Queen, - Poetic - |
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