Say baby, can I be your slave?
I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the shit girl
And I’m diggin’ you like a grave.
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin’ post, or
Or maybe Queen of ten thousand moons;
Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star…
Is your name Yimmy-Ya?
Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun.
Oooh, is that a smile me put on your face child?
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover
Talk that talk honey; walk that walk money,
Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah
Shit… who am I?
It’s not important
But they call me Brother to the Night
And right now
I’m the blues in your left thigh
Tryin’ to become the funk in your right
Who am I?
I’ll be whoever you say
But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections
And get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream archetypes, of black angels in flight
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism.
Come on slim,
Fuck yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him
It’s you who I wanna step to my scene,
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry-ass reality,
I rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream.
Who am I?
Well they all call me Brother to the Night
And right now, I’m the blues in your left thigh
Tryin’ to become the funk in your right.
Is that alright?
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