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The Word: Part IThe Word: Part I
KING said: "Tryin something new.. its a story.. No apparent flow, just read it like a poem.
The Word: Part I
Ive already forgotten,
the meaning of The Word.
My mind had gone rotten.
Nothing left in this world.
Its meaning is lost to me,
along with its philosophy.
Its mystery,
to me,
never seem to cease its misery.
I blindly unwind,
as my mind rewinds,
to my history.
~ ~ ~
It was like a pearly dream
yet perfectly, I recall it.
She was with her ladies,
at eighteen, livin' crazy
It was almost a year ago,
a month 3 days and so.
The night went by slow
the club was filled by hoes,
how they pose
with small clothes
High hopes for false love risin',
the laws of grindin',
with the bras unwindin'.
Summer clubs can get hot
a red pot, on the spot,
gettin caught with bodies locked,
tie our hips in a knot,
hot lady give it a shot,
why not?
Then in the middle of the night,
despite, of the fact,
i was surrounded by girls lookin tight,
the right, of my side,
from a distance,
a girl and I,
went eye to eye.
While ladies stopping around me,
was mainly talking about me,
I could only think of
how that girl's eyes
found mine.
I look at back at those hoes,
now at chat with my bros',
i chose to keep talkin',
but i was just noddin',
pretendin' i was followin',
but i just kept ponderin',
about why my mind's wanderin' -
I focus back to reality,
a chick beside me hollerin',
botherin' me.
She took both my hands,
and with a quick glance,
It wasnt Her.
She lusted to dance,
wearin the fur,
starin at my pants.
Or was it my wallet?
whatever she saw in me,
her stare was solid.
But I didn't care.
I glanced back there,
at the distance.
Shit -
She wasn't there.
I left my boys and left this scene.
The majority choice of my mind was intruiged,
by this unknown queen.
this random teen.
The club was crowded by then;
the heat created steam and clouded the den.
Then,
a voice beside me called my name;
she sounds a lot like a friend.
I look to the right,
a slight darkness weakened my sight
but i saw a familiar girl,
with Her.
despite the weak light
of the otherwise live night
the moonlight from the skylight
highlighted Her.
Quite the coincidence,
but I wouldnt ask God
to rewrite this incidence.
~~~"
