The taste of your blank
Made me wonder how to be black
Mistress of the past
But was never a passion of lust

An indefinite trust must be ******
As the time bound us
Do you even wonder how to smack?
Or you’re not bothered by my shock?

Dear, the games were done
Remember I told you from the start
Im only into flock
And you keep on denying my facts

Now, informing me how much you felt
It’s too late to get the melt
Be shameful because you’re still wore her pair
Definitely your label is bare

The only things I caress
Is the pillow of my sucess