GANGSTA

Gold plate that shit but it’s still shit

If you a superficial trick me you will miss

From a distance I can blow you a kiss

Unpasteurized like my spit in her mouth

Just the sight of me self-unzips her blouse

You wonder why you’ve been sidelined despite doing everything to fit in

That’s the paradox of becoming a rat followed by embracing the role of being a mouse

You can catch us basking in the Sunny Southside Sunsets not married yet

But she’s feeling espoused

In my love she drowns & in her lust I am doused