Yago yo! Mi new bwoy on dis set. Like to send much respect to all.
I describe mi in dis poem I and I wrote. I am that poet.
One!
Just call me tungs....
Imagine redish black complexion, medium built in some sections
brown eyes that undress you, and a tonguering, that makes you mess on you
6 feet in the standing, lips that you are watching,
sweet tone from issey cologne, I like growl while you moan
nice fine straight black hair when short, dark and curly when its long,
decendent of two indian tribes, also jamaican and german sides!
The features slighty strong,
my floetry is nuerotic, I call it speakin in tungs,
my idea is to move you, to your numb, to you cumm.
At 31 years of age, each page in my chapters
produces raptures, with holds of captures
you live happily never after
Invitations for Relations, do you dare to enter the thoughts, the moves, the physical, and situations that I dare to bring
I and I mean two and why, 1 plus me makes a Gemeni
Take two sides of this picture, the mirror shows you only what the image projecting,
electing me, rejecting me, no attention, I feel you're neglecting me.
All eyes on me, the words of Tupac Shakur,
Gemeni such as I, date of birth, the same as I
Thugg with a touch of love,
a bad kind of good,
inflicting pain that hurt so good,
This is me, how I am, always be,
I hope to entertain until yu nah wanna
si mi.
Fo real...
Just call me tungs......
