I don’t write poetry, I make Doh-Re-Mi flow-with-me.
Copper’s brown, made it out the hood and into the Academy - a black cop new to town.
Oh what a stereotype, don’t listen to all the noise trying to figure out a stereotype, turn up the volume and listen to the passionate type.
The passionate type who know how to type, bangin’ typewriters like I do my wife!
In the dark, doin’ it with no sight, but still bangin’ with keys like a watch guard at night.
No one’s opening the door, no one’s going to bite, unless you watch the guard and twinkie get real close at night…