I need help and it ain’t mental
I read yelp, and it ain’t gentle
She’s the glue to my operation
My occupation
My sensations of temptations
Set me back with contemplation
Re stationed
Impatient
Tryna rebuild
Tried to reheal
Time to reveal
Unquestionable successors
Vestibule neglecters
What’s your intention
You’ve got my attention
With your new invention
You making a mention
My cookies be pinching
I took a lil peak inside her temple
Looked at her face, it was all dimples
Sacred spaces hold me down for sentimental
Secured from pious dealings it was all experiential
Pretty pearls stuck with me in the unseen
Clamming up …. Inseam
