Written for Amy, the Aquarius
Sisters by truth with our heads
bouncing ‘round in a
cloud;
Just like our thoughts that
ricochet
and get loud;
Everyone be clownin’ like
they gonna
put us in a shroud;
But when we get together
e’erbody want to
be a part of our crowd.
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Not too many of ‘em
knows how to hang;
Bein’ all nasty, showin’
dem true colors
when it comes to da bang;
Makes us all crazy
and get up to sang;
‘Bout dem impish boys
tryin’ to sport their
dang-a-lang.
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And the girls they be no better;
Bein’ jealous & trippin’ —
homeboy like why you
sweat her?
And dat bitch be like
oh Imma gon get her;
And we iz all like —
Go ‘wan let her!
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All this time, these
last five years;
We be laughin’ so hard,
gone through shit
it all bring us to tears;
Sharin’ da shit:
all of the highs, lows,
joys and fears;
lettin’ it spill outta
our mouths and
fill each other’s ears.
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So raise a glass;
And be yo’self (a lil crass);
But with refinement & class:
We’ll tell’em to kiss our motherfuckin’ ass!
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Written 1/8/2015.
