Come back to me. 
I yearn your bitter, yet velvety touch. 
You make me blush, 
I miss you in my lungs. 
Come back to me. 
You fill the void that you re-create, 
Every time I let you escape, 
From a crippled wage, 
Or when I'm caught with you,  
Perhaps, an inevitable mistake? 
Through warm eyes of glass and scarlet,  
and a poise futile to mask or fake. 
I surrender myself to you, 
I miss you in my lungs. 
Come back to me. 
Your tenderness so tempting, 
An alluring angel, bleeding heavy dulcet scents, 
Your essence, oozing of citrea and spice. 
Your being, quite viscid and so dense. 
A forbidden love, or merely a voluptuous vice? 
I miss you in my lungs. 
Come back to me. 
Penetrating all anguish and woe. 
Your pungent kiss flows through me, 
Like lying hushed, in a beautiful, warm meadow. 
When I'm with you, there's no where we cannot go, 
Whisk away my poignant echoes. 
I miss you in my lungs. 
-FBS

Sigarette en sonskyn
Dagga en rooiwyn

Ek wil vergeet
Ek wil gelukkig wees
Ek wil lewe sonder vrees

Maar die wereld gaan dood
En Armoede verstik aan droe brood

Ons vergaan

Ek nodig sigarette en sonskyn
Ek is opsoek na goeie tye met dagga en rooiwyn

Die wereld maak seer, maar ons kan vergeet
En probeer gelukkig wees.

Ice cream
dreadlocks and dagga
somehow upended the cha-cha.

My talent is my coke, I mean that!
Copy and be confused, my business is clean as coke!
Copy and be confused, my talent is worth like pushers dope!
My talent is my coke, I mean that!
My talent is my dope, I mean that!
He jumps matchstick box of dagga, dagga is my code!
He pushes coke, glow until they think you push coke!
My talent is my coke, I mean that!

Shinny your talent until they think you are selling crack!
Be resilient until they say you are under the influence of dope!
Our teacher uses to say copy not, some say copy and be confused!
Oil your talent until they think you are selling crack!
Be robust until they say your product or service is dope!
Stay on our teacher’s advice, otherwise copy and be confused!

Written By: The Senior Date: undefined

In my all black Benz
There ain't nothing cleaner
AK in the back
I call it a street sweeper
Now I hear you talking smack
But you ain't talking to my Nina
Cuz that glock don't talk back
It just clap when it see ya
So...
Listen up close cuz I don't talk a lot
And if you got any questions, you can ask my glock
Cuz I don't take extra rounds
I take extra shots
Pay attention, or I'll leave your body up in knots
Ah!j
And ya they call me the boss
Cuz the only one I answer to, is up on a cross
I stay with that white, like I'm working with floss
I really don't know how else to get this message across
Got your ***** in my room, turning a trick
Working for them dollars, better be working them quick
Cuz I don't got time for that **** boy ****
I be robbing that *****, now watch me hit a lick
Mind on point, I'm sharp as a dagga
And my Swag so hard, you'd  swear it's on ******
Go getter, go getter, go earn
***** Ill make you learn
Confirm
GPS swag, ya It's my turn
Don't say nothing unless you mean it
This money, I stream it
Cuz I got a vision, so you got to let me dream it
And if life's a road then I'm taking the scenic
Now
I just want to get at you girl
I'll hit it from the back, make her toes curl,
Make her ***** swirl, with another girl, *******, I'm out of this world
Then,
I push start the whip
I push start my chick
Wake her up in the night
With the push of this ****
I drive it, revive it, the periods. Survived it.
Ain't no one trying to hide it,
I'm the best, get excited
Now I'm about to go off
Like fireworks on July Fourth
I don't play these games for fun if you losing you better run
I'll take your 2K in 2K
In your face with a Rookie
Bronny James  playing hookie
I'm scoring eating cookies
Ah!
Now tell me that you feel it
You're softer than play doe, and I mean it
You play a dope boy, but you're just a dope, boy can't you see it
No foundation to conceal it
No temptation, you don't feel it
No hustle, I believe it
Your ***** tell me she need it.
I give her that long pipe
In the day, and all night
Tell me she can't focus right?
Now do that mean I'm out of sight?
Now back to your ***** ***
I roll up on your ***** ***
Wether I drive by, and leave fast
Or a blunt filled with that heat grass
Let me say that again
Now back to your ******* ***
I roll up on your ******* ***
Wether I drive by, and leave fast
Or a blunt filled with that heat grass
Yea... I said it.
Take your debit and your credit
Your life's a written book, so you can watch while I edit
leave you praying for a medic
Boy these hands, you can get it
I hope your mom knows she raised a *****
Your mouth never close, you ******* snitch
You smell like fish, bet you got that itch
I open you up so you can not stitch
This ain't a glitch
You ******* *****
You belong in a ******* ditch
What's up?

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