Fried Tanned Breast Pillows

A rap poem piece

　

luscious lips that i sip through a straw in my drawers leaving me crawling

but I'm not hiding cause I got fish for frying don't even catch me lying

got me game on with my forty ounce drink in my hand Black Label you all understand

used to keep a job down next to Hudson Valley wax in cars in their alley

one day there was a hold up hommies came by to roll up got capped in me knee

had no time to take a pee was so very late that day for my lady you see

must confess I was quite a bit of wreck falling apart at the seams in some twisted evil scheme

as high as the bumble bee go to look for its honey sugar was sweet cause I wanna be the man who brings home the money for my Playboy Bunny

　

　

　

Waxing that a*s in the late afternoon hearing an Al Green tune put me in the mood

Fried Tanned breast pillows so up your nose with a rubber hose to bring the noise

now is the time to shine the given place by which to ever shine so stand in line

bounce to the ounce more cushing on the cushion just don't bring home my second cousin throw her in the oven...

Her body was warm with looks to kill cheap thrills in the back of my car will go far

Then after shotting some pool down at Chuck's local bar will go far

got my car loaded with the body kit Camry rims so fire fat working too hard can give you a heart attack...

The way she move, the way she grove, they way she come complete from her head to feet

　

　

　

Fast life now living in the zone even when I took my b***h home all alone

getting Shop Rite's two dollar pizzas with my own topping what else could deliver any better

Sweat from her hair greased the lining of my hand had licked her snatch twice and she bit me never understands

next we moved over to the sofa could treat her none but better put some Keith Sweat on the radio bust a nut in a rut trying to catch the tempo

But man that was ages ago and we had so long to go as an intellectual I had my moments

Crusing down to the pier trying to stare through the glare while i smoked fat blunts

Those were the days with a spice of life but it will make you think twice

　

　

　

She had fried tanned breast pillows as she took a lot of time at the beach eating her favorite peach..

Relaxing, basking & laughing

We lived through it all now we can stand up ten feet tall cause we thought we knew it all

until the day she was hospitalized with cancer this was not a good answer from my private dancer..

we both sat alone with questions in our mind robbing us blind until we met the preacher man

now we both would understand living for to seeketh self to please out spreading the disease

this time we both got on our knees I arose to a brand new me surrendering was our final faithful plea

wasn't ourselves it must have been a dream so today we hold our heads up high

give rise to the God up above with his holy humble love

Reviews

[Debbie Barry]

Wow. There;s a lot going on in here! I didn't follow all of it, but I think it's because I didn't get somew of the references, which happens. I really love the very last lines. You can't go wrong, if that's always where you end up. Great poem.