"Frank White, King of New York shit Deep like Queen Afua Or E Badu Mixed with BIG in 96 on some real fuck a bitch shit In Plum Poetry I Trust, sipping Moet sprinkle with rose petal dust My life is a blatant contradiction, pray for you and mistreat you with holistic intentions Catch that midnight train to Georgia Call mom dukes tell her you love her Fly to the heavens in something filthy Jet black leather, Mason Margiela Blow a slope, kiss to Griselda It's like you walked it before I lived it I'm on my second lifetime I'm a young Jesús in his prime, out here turning water to wine.."
Keisha Plum



















