Textcee Love (RIP JAKE)
You ever spit some longbar with some snafu cats?
Starving artist bros, been slaying it since yahoo chats??!?
Just sit in AIM rooms for hours making mad new tracks?
Like “mom multie rhymes is something that I can do: facts”
There once was a nigga so fluent in flow - his rhyme was superb
Shone like a diamond. This nigga was a dime with his words
Golden vocabulary…golden dick like king midas’ worth
Any dime bitches around? He was too G…he might’ve just swerved
We used to rhyme for days, DEEP into sunset: our toes in the sand
Romantically stringing words together, just spitting gold w our mans
Whispering wordplay; moaning punchlines. text love is an ineffable joy
Bringing harmony to the literati, plus ghetto “flexible toys”
Sex in the void. You ever cum reading alliteration in droves?
Stroking cock on some gay shit? - to mitigate all the hoes?
I wanted to merge with text itself -
But We’ve grown farther & farther instead
Until the essence of love returns -
My bro, listen- texting is dead
Sadness….
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