Sister brought her man over high
My mother gave him a hug
She could smell the love
And see it in his eyes
That’s so alternative to her
So when the answer was yes she was hurt
Did u bring that nigga in my house high?
She was nervous and defensive
Hoping it aint get mentioned
You could see it in her eyes
And then the solar flare
On his peak downstairs
Im not picking sides
But this is moms house
And u abide when ur inside
Theres a war on the second floor
And hes probably breezing
As mellow as the trees

sometimes it's like that . .

lifE imitates art
xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

this is subtle, and sick.

In reading a few other writtens i've been able to hear em possibly rolling to a beat, but this sounds pure and poetic to me.

That dude should know better rolling into mama's house like that!