Good Boy, Hood Boy

Tue, 11/04/2014 - 12:01 -- Ci Mone

Your demeanor fooled me.

Thug hood hard ass sending chills down  my spine I despised you at first glance

Unknowingly judging your appearance, Your pants below your waist, I cringe at your audacity to be so intellectually stable but lacking the dress

It bewildered me I hated it, every time I looked at  you.

I cut my eyes at your taste but when you speak....My God...

When you speak your intelligence wraps my body like a warm blanket

enchanting me, taking my body and releasing my soul into the stars.

Speak again. 

You threw the stone in between the eyes of the stereotypical depiction and illiterance of a hood boy

You...are...my secret Hood boy.

You are a king hiding behind a brand that leaves you with a label

The validation of others molding you into who you've become.

My heart beats faster when you answer a simple question

What is 1+1?

Hood boy you are a Good boy whose captured my eye.

I can careless for your outer being give me whats in your skull

Lets have an intellectual intimate session

don't hold back a thing, release your thoughts all over my conscious 

Lets reproduce pure knowledge. Taste my sweet pleasant words drip like honey from my lips .

 push past your sculpted clay figure, Your spirit needs mine.

Your soul is me because we are both 1. 

Hood Boy you are a Good Boy.

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