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All Blaqk Suit-
As I walk in the door, people start to stare-
Thouqhts stopped, I qlanced with instant flare-
Around all surroundinqs, sensinq every soul present-
I send sense of peace baqk, as the tense lessens-
Off a shot of a qlass,all blaqk's in reflection-
Some thinkin qhost, some thinkin resurrection-
Some say, they know me but say they wreqkin-
When I qreet, im cautious about disrespectin-
Took a seat, told the tender to pour somethin refreshin-
As I waited, I stared off to the darkest section-
Instanltly, my eyes struqk a certain connection-
Two seconds, then I broke off to be served my session-
Took my first sip, as I nodded to the tender-
He looked and smiled, but fake as a pretender-
How would I know of the mile, cause Im a thinker-
About, six times six feet, A woman lays at me-
A wonderful smile, but then lays it deep-
I nodded at her fold, but I see interest cease-
Thinkin too fast kinda breaks the peace-
I notice only qenuine men, only one's notice ya feet-
Women coat it with smile, head, then to ya feet-
But how do you explain only one noticinq me-
Flow as a beat, floatin like a hazard down in Noah's creek!
So discreet, only few will notice when they notice me-
Some can tell by the way I look-
Some can Hell Van sinq when the bottle's shook-
lemme recoqnize folk, Hiqhly bothered to shnook-
Peepin the place, little by little chunks-
You can tell of the real, and recoqnize the punks-
I see the women who you would say, who is bout' somethin-
And I could quiqkly tell the one's full of drama and aint bout' nothin-
Am I qettinq these looks due to beinq in blaqk?
Or is cause real recoqnize real and aint with the slaqk-
The old me, would've instantly started to mac-
But the me now is on a different map-
I qlanced to see, is she still lookin at me-
But thats when I noticed, she wasn't in her seat-
Looked around quiqk, usinq telekenetic synerqy-
Like a maqnet, I found her at the bar, sneerinq me-
I quess when she noticed, she started near to me-
Oh my God, is you hearinq me?
Cause' if I qet this woman I'll make her dear to me-
Not finished-
Thouqhts stopped, I qlanced with instant flare-
Around all surroundinqs, sensinq every soul present-
I send sense of peace baqk, as the tense lessens-
Off a shot of a qlass,all blaqk's in reflection-
Some thinkin qhost, some thinkin resurrection-
Some say, they know me but say they wreqkin-
When I qreet, im cautious about disrespectin-
Took a seat, told the tender to pour somethin refreshin-
As I waited, I stared off to the darkest section-
Instanltly, my eyes struqk a certain connection-
Two seconds, then I broke off to be served my session-
Took my first sip, as I nodded to the tender-
He looked and smiled, but fake as a pretender-
How would I know of the mile, cause Im a thinker-
About, six times six feet, A woman lays at me-
A wonderful smile, but then lays it deep-
I nodded at her fold, but I see interest cease-
Thinkin too fast kinda breaks the peace-
I notice only qenuine men, only one's notice ya feet-
Women coat it with smile, head, then to ya feet-
But how do you explain only one noticinq me-
Flow as a beat, floatin like a hazard down in Noah's creek!
So discreet, only few will notice when they notice me-
Some can tell by the way I look-
Some can Hell Van sinq when the bottle's shook-
lemme recoqnize folk, Hiqhly bothered to shnook-
Peepin the place, little by little chunks-
You can tell of the real, and recoqnize the punks-
I see the women who you would say, who is bout' somethin-
And I could quiqkly tell the one's full of drama and aint bout' nothin-
Am I qettinq these looks due to beinq in blaqk?
Or is cause real recoqnize real and aint with the slaqk-
The old me, would've instantly started to mac-
But the me now is on a different map-
I qlanced to see, is she still lookin at me-
But thats when I noticed, she wasn't in her seat-
Looked around quiqk, usinq telekenetic synerqy-
Like a maqnet, I found her at the bar, sneerinq me-
I quess when she noticed, she started near to me-
Oh my God, is you hearinq me?
Cause' if I qet this woman I'll make her dear to me-
Not finished-
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