An evening out, a reason? Search for skeezers to scout That’s deep in mouth, “We blow!” Well take a seat and head south My legion’s found, their egos, but mine has stood lurking Cuz my mind’s on one track like it’s the Pinewood Derby Had them rhinestones urging and her eyes cold flirting She my age, but her body’s past her prime, post thirty Now I realize, I recognize this chick from back in high school She’d let only one format stick it in like she was iTunes And it wasn’t nice dudes, I was out of luck Out of touch with my inner thug, I then apprenticed Ice Cube But that’s another story, lemme tell you bout this feminine Pleasant grinned chick who was shitted on by estrogen A genuine, smile, never quite pursued it Closest to it, saw her pencil, asked if I could use it Now she wasn’t nothing special, female high school student Who liked dudes, my homies claimed they all ran right through it Said her pants like moving, banged like band type music A nigga lies, and it starts a whole landslide movement Other chicks would stare her down with that glance high putrid Smelling upper lip funk like “damn, is Vileplume puking?” I remember she was freaky 5’5 and had that eye ring I see she skipped college, but she hit that freshman fry game Just forgot her nice name, my mind computing Now my eyes glazed and she staring right back into my mind frame I was a lightweight, it’s the first time she ever noticed me I was staring, hopefully, it wasn’t as obvious as it was supposed to be She approaching G, claims that her price approaching Gs Here’s an opening, I’m vocaling a mess of potpourri More than average, but after what’s the average remains These days she opens legs for any nigga scavenging change Thought she’d, abandoned detained, but now she’s captured in chains From her cheap tits to the perfume leaving the lavender stains I asked her how this became, once looked like Jessica Lange And now her retinas the place, where a high fiving bird would go In my mind we at the service road, I fix her up like Serpico Insert it in her nurture hole, climax it into vertigo Not blessed with fortune though, tender thighs, still got me mesmerized Her enterprise is best admired, from watching afar Now it’s browner teeth and redder eyes, she’s out for stuff less sexualized Once part time, now she’s specialized in locking the johns I gotta stop what I’m on, just like Dwan did for Kong She wasn’t always born to blow like she was locked to a bomb Ain’t got her propers from mom who was quick to dole penance She’s like Dale Junior, not on top, yet always pole sitting Now her time on the rumor mill established the grain To last her life, through the ending as she’s stabbing the pain She’s confused, she went religious now she banished the brain Born with a Tabula Rasa and grew as Tabitha Lane…don’t change