Lustful bed motives

Some hotsh$t right now:


To kiss to hold,
to know to show
Thy passion for romance lovers no,
So,
Direct...
I project,
one's eyes with regrets,
That sooner thy captive for beds need wet
As waters reflect...
more passion for sex,
Without ties and lies and moral objects

So who, would do an honor so soon,
Nights have started,
Red lights in rooms
from moons
and rays,
of love and ways
to climax...like
stax,from
bundles of hayes

Real talk, cum slow
before I relax,
thine
shower has rained inside wonderful tracks
outlined by lips
from hips,
that show pnik
Stroke
marathon genius...
I'll leave with a wink

So grab thy heart and keep it close
Once broadway chooses bread
thine arms are toast....

Can't breathe
for knees
of passion are weak
real talk,
thy love exist at every utopian peak
hopefully
with words of eternity
I'll be
undressing my queen
with tounges going deep

How many days?....

Why ask,
eternity goes slower when thoughts aren't fast

So yes It's wess aka broadway
moreless I pop off and the lights on all day...make way

Good niight laidies and to the fellas you know the kid on that hotsh$t...eazee homies-1

BROADWAYWESS...ON

United Gangsters????

UNITED


So you gangster...do we bleed the same blood
Worship the same Flag, earn the same pain,
when it rain and only the heart pumps fame...

So you a thug
Every dude who comes close, you watch they mug, sell drugs
Hold money till you fall with a slug...

Word, listen I'm not here to give you Gs a hug
or talk educational strawberry

My moves swift, something like an open arch,
I won't miss

I'm trying to sit down with my bloods and roll a spliff
I'm trying to sit down with my crips and smoke some piff,

My latin kings, Vice Lord's and GD's
Hold me down, no submission no retreat

Yeah, I know the pian, the wars, the slores, and the fame

But I also know the drama of losing my right hand man,
(RIP Gregorey Dorismond),

And My true Fam (RIP MAX "June" Raymond)...

So this maybe for mad MAX or my Homie Alleycat,

Or my Dude Chriss Ross
Can't forget OG Tasheem ofcourse,

But I'm a let it do what it do,
Since If you riding high on pride,
I already know you lost a few too!!

Gangsters...is it really real
When you at war are you last to leave the field,
Do you bang out for a meal or for the cost of watching the kill...

My brother's,
I'm a let you know it's real
Last time I was scared
Was the first Time Tyson faught Holleyfield....

So it became a fetish,
Anybody want it any body get it...

Then Karma got Me, facing 1-3, and even
a nine to fifteen...

Before 21...
My drama kept smoke in the lungs
Certain fake dudes lost to the slums,
After I tried to untie them as one

O well...my psychology never fails
Those who think they close
Can't see it ain't hard to tell,
I'm a make moves and do well

While they still hating probably doing time in Jail

And they thought I was gonna fail,
Me lose my G???
That's how I move, I love to rock dudes to sleep
Who think they really know me (lol),
Telling me I couldn't do school and the streets,

I made moves with big dudes from NY to Philly,
Boston to Miami
I tried to show love but ofcourse they hated on me...

They

Tried to turn everyone away from your man Broadway

But you know,
The lights on all day

So I'll show and prove what you think of me is true,
Just so I could cut you off and continue to eat food...

As for my dudes who stayed true,
We'll be riding high in dark skies or high noon

So if you think yo mans is really your man,
Put fame in his hand
and see how much portions he got for the fam...

As for me I'm a keep it true
I'm trying to unite red and blue
As well as my G's holding they block troops,

Since oppression and destruction has been created
All for one,one for all, it's how we gonna make it...

This that reality talk my dudes, get money do what you do, and realize when you die only God is watching over you...blessings

(And it took me a few years to graduate, but I got a B.A. in Psychology now, they not telling me nothing, don't let the excuses from the unmotivated hold u down...get knowledge my dude and the real guap is in the soul, nourish that hotsh$t and you'll always get good money)