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.
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.