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So I
Coast up to the corner store
on my bike
in my sweat pants
Head wrapped up
like Miss Badu
and
I
Smile
Because I love my bike
and these are my favorite sweat pants
an up under this wrap
is a head that don't stand a chance
but I digressed
Let me get to the point
I know that this morning
I ain't the finest lookin one
In this joint
But I don't care
I'm slummin'
I been looking
FINE
all this week
I'm bummin'
So I go in
Viewing all the
(what I suppose to be)
Gentlemen
Sitting around like
Vultures
waiting for some fresh meat
Don't wait for me
Today
I'm slummin'
So I walk in
with my
Spirit
hummin'
cause no matter how I look
I feel like
Ice Cream on the hottest day of
July
or
Bitting into an apple
the one you chose not to put into a pie
But see others
They need to be shown
that you look as good as you feel
Want my hair weaved up
Fake eyelashes
Everything too tight to chill
But I guess they didn't get the memo
That everything that glitter
Ain't gold
And that I could make the
Pre-cum
With my poetic arsenal
They wouldn't take the time to
Read anyway
So It don't matter what they say
Today
I'm
Slummin'
