Why didn't I fly away back then
I had the ticket in my hand
I remember when the plane did land
Saw it in my mind
Hid my head way deep sand
Another chance will come my way
Creating voo doo every day
Until then I wait and play
Pay attention to these words I say
Now you see me
Now you don't
To some folks it mean something
To some folks it won't
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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