I see the future when I sleep
I have to fight to pray and think
I am in sink with all of my senses
I have more than six...I am a gift
Not to women..well maybe one and a better living
Often misunderstood..my parents moved me to the burbs
I still found a way to the hood and learned how to serve
I still serve but its the afrodisiacs to soothe nerves
And light minds...I can quiver spines with no effort
Every sister...white women alike
that see me on the street try to pick my brain
Playing sexual war games
Wanting to be the nucleus in my late night mind state
I tell em I'm celibate they contemplate how to change my ways
I Moses my path in between disrespect and hate
I know off of verbatim the formula for God's pace

~Complex with the creative content on a conquest with concepts and context as concrete as poetry
~Its real and ill when I be sitting still yet still rocking to my mental rhythme.
~Its just right when I write

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