NO COMMENT, UNCUT (FALL 2014)
No comment...
This camera is focused on my gorgeous eyes, lips and eyelashes some women would die for. I ain´t got nothing to hide cuz I be showin all my moves on the floor, I´m the boss of my own house, my lounge, my stage.
No comment... on bitches and hoes that like to eat to plain bagels. That´s too bad, the morning after your stomach gone hurt, you ain´t wanna try a different angle, a sexy new single.
God made me from the outside, to the inside, to my southside, my south side... so sweet I give you cavities, so rich my typa love is a steal. Perfection overrated, good brothas be called thirsty and get get disrespected. God gave me my funky walk, my charming tongue, my for days passion.
No comment... Some of y´all ain´t ready. This piece of the puzzle will always stay, not even ´Jehova´s Witness can pray it away.
My disability is beautiful, loveable, adaptable to intelligent peaches n´ cream, I ain´t making my dirty thirties a dream after a dream. My uneven sore feet and ear keloids are desperate for a deep tissue massage... this man got so much chronic pain I got to relax and get me some tissue. My frustration ain´t the only issue.
Ladies and gentleman, I know exactly the kinda candy I like and need in the shop. My self- control and kindness is gettin outta control. No remote control... can turn this TV off. Only my eyes. This pop taste good, yup this the prize, rise.
No comment... on these girls falling for 20s, when it´s all about the 80s. Fuck it, casual or serious TLC, I should be making baby makin´music consistently. No comment... in the kitchen ain´t no love makin´, just finga lickin (the cookie dough).... that´s that piece.
** I really wonder. I can relate to this piece right now actually, going into 2016, praying about it.
Peace and Blessings,
JC Da MC
