By Arcassin Burnham


Explicit when she spit,
Makes the mic melt,
Swear to god she took my heart and made Orion's belt,
Wore it around her waist,
To hold her jeans,
Lady can I tell you what love means,
Love with you is like a butterfly on narcotics,
Jay walking in the streets after dark,
Messing with everybody,
Your a dime,
Not even quarters or Nickles can compare,
You not booshy,
Like singing shabba ranks in bellaire,
Beautiful like the shine on glass,
After being washed,
I made a ballet for you,
I just hope you watch,
Falen.