Brewsters Millions

It cannot be that we just hung out,

Going to the cornermart and changing routes,

Having our craves moderate the drinks,

Misbehave sinning with hoochies in pink,

Hiding the weapons until we take them home,

Splitting the bag upon the light we cut on,

Behind her voice I cant personally say,

What she likes has been the right man way,

So it is that we cannot just hang out,

It is these things we turn about,

Facing the point of feeling good,

Blameless in knowing words that lure,

Beginning your purpose of being the right man,

Innovating her desires to understand,

Love in the conscience of the purposeful favor,

Exploring the God in His “Now and Later”.