PHORYTELLING EXHIBIT / 3
it's been our tears your eyes way too long love,
about time I allow you to be still,
Co-creator of the universe,
About time we take ya cat off that crucifix and do whateva to get the Coochie fixed, there's nothing wrong w/ what the coochie is..
cus I can't have you out here thinking like us brothas think
It'll be too confusing
you sick, we losing
and it's looking like we will never win..
I need you telling me you ain't holding nothing while riding wit me,
consciously conditioning me to having nothing riding wit me.
It's nothing for them to take me from you, from y'all..
However, this is nothin' but a strawberry letter to my Stellar,
my boo who stood thru,
you gon' get yours.