bringyofriend:

(via myfeelingsmyworld)

Say baby, can I be your slave

I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the shit girl

And I’m diggin’ you like a grave

Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons

Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star

Is your name Yimmy-Ya Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover

Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money

Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah Shit, who am I?

It’s not important But they call me brother to the Night And right now I’m the blues in your left thigh

Tryin to become the funk in your right Who am I?

I’ll be whoever you say

But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter Blindly pursuing you as my prey

And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections

And get you to dance to my rhythm Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism Come on slim

Fuck yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him It’s you who I wanna step to my scene

Cause rather than deal with the fallacy Of this dry ass reality I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream

Who am I?

Well they all call me brother to the Night And right now, I’m the blues in your left thigh Trying to become the funk in your right

Is that alright

-Darius Lovehall

(Source: blog.jazz-not-jazz.com)