A beat poem for my Staji...

[notiti]

Who rides who rides?
Across Da Ville and back?
In the distance!
So Playalistic!!!
The booty shaking, shakes me and calls me Sally.
And for why?
For what?
Four Twenty?
Fity cent?
Fourty ounces.
But where's the freedom?
Out south
In the heat,
In da ville
with horses.
And sometimes midgets who wear tight pants.
BUT WHY?
WHY THE LOVE?
For the girl named mary jane?
And a Gorilla so funky fresh?
AND a girl who will do whatever it takes.
For the shake and or bake.
LIP GLOSS LIP GLOSS!
SUNDAY SHOES!
EARTHLODGES AND ACID!!!!
Breakfast breakfast fruit,
brake-fast-furit Staji-o.

 

[unforgettableFOXfire]

Beautiful

*snaps fingers repeatedly*

 

[bono-vox]

 

[Red Ships of Scalla-Festa]

i dont feel good.

 

[RussellbeStaji]

nice. very very nice. thank you.