tied up in ropes he gifted me just after sifted me like flowers on the better daze he make twisted dollars like smokey haze kiss my blaze and middle ways I clinch the center inhale on it make the twisty get tight a bit n then lift lift gift yea dancing in dark corners pays no one knows what mystics blaze n silver trays laid out while she dances in the laps of kings n queens she didn't even have a dress to wear to the scene yet her breast were magnificent and enough to buy her collar just after they sold her off for a million dollar holler n steal the riches from the car of the father races to the bank to buy his daughter the offer to lay the ground on building world tower power gifting grandpa with a little flower hour by hour didn't pay her up front but he left it in the door stopped by just to push it in a little more and settle the score I'm political justice not a whore