African Brownskin
Zero nine nineteen Sunday August sixteen AM Is when I saw this girl With African brown skin She looked sharp to cut My throat that then was salivating This thirst crowled elavating My face to see if what I see is real Or it is allusination I take it most of the time Self meeting into my mind So she slowly stoped When she realized AM Inside my thoughts, with eyes on price She called not only twice Thrice, Thrived I came back to my mind When I felt her tender touch She is young, I felt younger Let me ponder her Let me murder her Let me thunder strike on her Questions of hunger When I remember How she took all my happiness No wonder Am really destined for greatness God has really remember To compasate my happiness. #GOD_HAS_REMEMBERED