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Meeting the day I fished I was about to go,
Hot soda cans I bury on the apartment flow,
Big Daddy walk me through the house where sister was dead,
She had a Gold Tea that I would never forget,
We was stoned at the drop of the time,
I’m going to just be real to whatever comes to mine,
No watch, but we knew they fish to come there,
That turn of the neck, “He can’t read” was in the air,
Come home Hun, but she wasn’t with me,
Climbing was better strapped wise in the tree,
In the house, on the couch, in my parent’s bedroom,
The Man, what I knew all about it, I resumed,
Outside I couldn’t relate,
Yet my move was not 2 get down and hesitate,
I knew she moved in order to be with me,
Her very first time slim at the wrap of tape U C,
A fiesta, I’m thinking in my head,
The Mac will get me and them If he knows teething led,
Double wages if I’m lucky to get past,
Lionel Jefferson putting names intention to rehash,
Cleft alone they fished to start a fight,
When I came back Big Daddy was right.
