Tic tac toe, in which we blow a kiss to the foe.
The flow that goes, like "go gadget go."
At home, feet up, we living good.
Wondering being on fire is why were raised in the hood.
The goods, the sweets, those petite lil feet.
Looking for the one who will paddle up the creek.
Too deep, the sky, we abduct lost thoughts.
Reminiscing on how we use to pray to the cross.
In Christ, we dwell,…
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