Quentin Briscoe

Quentin Briscoe Jul 2012

Bo$$

Even tho i hate it, i want her To Bo$$ me...shhh keep that on the hush somebody might find me...Workin for her love, slavin for her cookies.....or mistake me for her baby, cuz im durling off her *******..Words that i remorse... sounds that get me high...This girl is a course and im just barely getting by...but I Know that she the Bo$$ she think she just a worker...to make it even worst my personalized ******...But baby your a Queen...The beauty of my dreams...So i work for you, Your personal maintenance man...Better yet your blessed cuz Im your number one fan..So baby just come Bo$$ me tell me what to do...Cuz I signed a contract and I will Only Work for You!..... #didyoureadthisone

Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012

No strings attached

Well that's always what you tell a puppet...
Someone one that you use ..
I mean Make me feel like I'm nothing without you...
use me and abuse...
Say there no strings attached one more time...
Cuz I can feel your hand up my behind...

opening and closing....

speaking gibber jabber..
see to you everything's fine ..
but I can feel something is the matter..
but I can't move
this bond is way too strong...
I heard of Pinocchio and some brotha named Geppetto...
but i'm not made of wood..
I'm flesh and bones
so i know this act can't be good...
put your smile upon my face ...
the voice to all my reason...
The cries that echo on...
even when no one sees them...

so you can make it seem like this all cute and funny...
But through your definition of love and connection
you forgot to mention I'm your dummy...

and even with no strings you can still be controlled.....

Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012

I want to keep the taste..

I know Cinderella...
The girl is nothing less then a Queen...
Its always our GOD parents,
that seem to take care of things...

When Our providers have moved on,
we are sometimes left with some steps
that seem hard to climb....
And put whips upon our backs,

But I saw her transform,
I witnessed her change....
Those small beast to stallions,
And a pumkin connected to their mange......

A little bit of dust,
brushed along my nose
and I grew......
I know she got there because I drove,

I was touched and defined...
Belief in the enchantment,
gave me these limbs....
perfect enhancements.....

If she became a Queen,
Even after midnight....
I can reinforce these enhancements
That I had for one night......

Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012

Im the Potter's clay

I was created..In my mothers womb..From dirt and of Clay...
A piece of art...In the potters shop...molded in ways...
A shape shifter...A color fusion...of what ever he may...
From light fair skin...
to a darker colored state...I will be what ever the potter shapes....
From one form to another...to another again...
I wont stay the same until Im perfect for him...
And even at what I believe to be my Finest...
He can ball me back to clay...And remind me he is the artist..
.And he loves each piece he has created..
for none has been out weighted....
I just want to be pefect in his sight..Even If im ugly in yours...
For maybe he will put me on display inside of heavens doors..
mold me form me..Im yours to maintian...
I know Im just clay...
So I'll let you have your way...

Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012

Free Words

Cool and collective my rhymes remain free...As I present myself publicly..To you who walks by...As I catch your eye...You just picked up an adjective...From a Baltimore native...Swag,Class,a Passionate dresser...Truth, kind, an exceptional lover...And All this is free, it don't cost a thing...So what you think of me..should I charge you something..Or maybe I should pay you to listen to my words..And then you can present me off of what you heard...Cuz all my rhymes are free,for right now anyway..so catch them on sale,Im giving them away....

Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012

wit you

There's a sun up in my sky and i can say that it's all for you!!! The ryhthm in my soul, my heart beats just for you...Trap in your atmosphere I say i want to stay...Cuz here I have no fears, I have best nights and days...Baby...You opened up My eyes and now I can share love free...Now let us spread our wings and fly off in this destiny...ooo..ooo. Yeah...

Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012

Sweet

Sweet.....Sweet Drips of syllables...dripping in your ear lobes..honey....slipping through the wax...Till You brain is under attack...Yummm...makes you Hummm...Old hymms of glory...cause the sweet sweet sounds write your story....You subdue to the pleasures of the words...As they tell you things you have never heard...in and out out then in...This suduction as only started to begin...Cuz i can eradicate the old thoughts...and fill the holes with sweet spots...tasting better then before...So you wont think to want no more...my oooo's and my ahhh's turn to your oooo's and lala's ..cuz I can have you screaming out Oh My GODs and Allahs...But Just from sweet nector...That I drop into your flower...Cuz With me I'll help you grow...With my sweet words in steady flow...