A box of smarties and a can of Fanta Orange

Two cups two blunts and two D's on her chest, death or desire and I breath on her chest, penny or a dime I invest in her chest and regrets I'd be blessed to forget and repent on her chest, But I'm in church I'm in church with a Misinterpreted book written thousands of years ago and I'm on my knees getting closer to god we getting closer to ours black power , black freedom being black Is being trapped though, It's so cut throat lets talk about cuts though and the first being the deepest baby I keep telling you honey suckling seed sweet your the sweetest poem I've ever known now I admit it's been a minute a d you say Naah nigga it's been 60seconds I've been second guessing all these pressing questions I got a box of smarties and a can of Fanta orange and I hope you have a nice day, More reasons for me to get out of my comfort zone, More reasons for me to think of what message I send a across when I keep opening doors for you before you enter all these buildings that you'll probably never in charge of or own If I keep opening up. The doors for you to all these buildings and I'm building up a fortress and I hope that you keep smiling with letters and common sense oozing from your finger tips I hope that that you travel along roads that were built with equal destinations and that you get the same sense of freedom that a ray of light does and bright you will shine and night You'll be close to the love and the kiss, of the moonlight, To carry you home all alone you will roam the sweetest poem I've ever known, Now you have sugar metaphorical eyes DNA written in pros and you don't miss a beat when you play melodies with transposed minds and staves in your steps but two cups two blunts and two D's on your chest and everything will be alright I promise a box of smarties and a can of Fanta orange and I hope you have a nice day :)