Don’t always pray,

But when I do…

It goes like this:

Slick rhymes ensue.

Don’t need a beat,

Don’t need a fella.

Spray my words,


Don’t NEED a man,

Between my thighs…

But when we meet,

I’ll recognize.

The space between,

A want and need.

Still WANT a man,

Ask and receive.

I wants, I gets,

Face to my knees.

Bring me the best,

For me to please.

I lay in wait,

I lay down rhymes.

A man of greatness,

Shall know mine.

When I command,

He manifests!

Hear my demand,

Hear my request.

Universe, please,

What I deserve…

Deliver me,

The fucking best.

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