Rolling on the floor, however I pleased
Knelt down and wacked till he came
All because I made him do it.
He called me "master" cuz I asked it.
Hell, would'va painted and licked my toenails clean if I asked it.
The first Afroman I ever met who'd beg for me to rule him.
Hmmm... that power!
That shit was worth more than money.
My slave... done up... and got its own mind.
My slave... done run... and made me "just me".
I master no more, I, have become the slave.
enslaved to the thoughts of he that was mine to rule.
I tell you, the slave now made the rules.
Another flip of that page in my book.
hey! let it not ever be said that I have not lived.
I certainly have lived.
I once owned a slave.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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3 comments:
Once again you write and i'm blown away.Hope ure good love.Missing u.
My darling friend...How i love to hear from you.Please send me an email...I need a better way to be in touch,Blogger is certainly not enough.love u loads.
MsKissChika, what on earth was that email of yours oooo! if its annonymous, dont leave it here,... I'll have to figure out a way for us to get in touch because we seriously need to talk. Love you so much, girl!!! and i hope we get to talk soon. xoxo
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