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letra de september 11th 2001 - qdeevee

sewing back the wool from a lamb
i’m the new bobbin to your cat-man
super-heroine, hold the opium
photosynthesizing the dop-ium
seratonin in the mornin’
gabapentin with the lentils
trazodoning in manhattan
hunter college with the roaches
bed bugs on the 5th floor library
we running back and 4th to 23rd
baruch boys turn to wall men?
only the ones who don’t sell drugs
kissing on your wifi router
the modem really knows them
the network connection full blast
looking for connection bars, old-matha
how about you pick back up my g2 pen
post-its with my ‘youtube’ handle?
nah, that’s my gaming username
married to thе nba jam gang
jump ballin’ too hard, wildcats
zac efron with the hutchinson nudes
vanessa’s been flixin’ past disnеy
memory too sharp
brown girl smelling of curry?
ray allen’s the eternal 3 point god
qdeevee must be a ‘bot’
too much blunt blowin’ on a male thot
the veteran celtics reached master rank
even larry bird can confirm & roger that
lemonade in your gucci slides
beyonce out-topped shawn from way back
the new rory & mal aesthetic
they know we the secret admirer kinetic
energy needa be stored, keri hilson
up for the 9 to 5 ain’t pathetic
rising with the early suns
smoking with the moonlight chunes
gotta respect the younger sibs
who keep the ethics corrected
racism welcome to s-xism
that’s the marginalized perspective
can’t keep all our lips closed through braces
the endodontist better keep his appointments
i got twitter fingers on the google
and safari got my name in it
come & go with kindness, i always promise
even if you a different typing
the alphabet nowadays real pompous
that california love keeps chomping
abbreviations of a state
matching our northern neighbor
money from a different dollar
holds no gold-valued weight
the currency exchange at the trump tower
9/11 k!lled my father and his baby girls’ power
but let’s keep spending hard cash by the hour
ground zero, that address makes me a coward
lost all of my faith, you think?
nahhh, i box-of-joed that fake flower
making love in that expediated hilton
your best h-e still got titties that stay wiltin’
lactose intolerant to natural moo moo milkin’?
similac formula can metaphorize your thinkin’
too judgy to be critiquing your parenting?
keep wishing
my baby was born in ’05, zero blinkin’
opened up those eyes, no more cripplin’
boutta pass the 6 foot 5
my artistic baby boy, eyes ch-nkin’
what’s a mama gotta do to be considered
maybe if they told me, he’s mine in the beginnin’
8 year old housewife
child bride dreams die young from linkin’
the one way out, master journal inkin’
the wordsmith outdoes the nuclear binkin’

- qdeevee

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