Monday, May 16, 2011

TO TH' BLACK GIRL WHO THOUGHT ME A SAINT

It was in a full parking lot
In a blue truck I heard you sing.

"Gotsta hav all yo'luvin'"

I wanted you from the time you
was drunk rubbin on my leg.

Your Daddy was a Preacher
Who help deliver messages
My Daddy, He was of the U.S.P.S.
He also help deliver messages

You sang to me after weeks of me talkin th' bid'ness....

"Swing Low Sweet Chariot"

I had that Rebel Yell your daddy had warned his flock and you of

You drank and love was at the brink
But it was th' devil
He cast out that he was
And you cast out what I was...And left with tailights

Like th' Phoenix Lights!!!!

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