Fly Poem by erica johnson

He's pimpin', he's nice, but most of all he's fine
Too bad he ain't neva guna be mine
Maybe I just have to give him some time
I've seen him around my block
With his gamgsta mowhawk
His car sittin' low
His spinners to and fro
Don't wanna see him with another
His music go bump
He starts gettin' crump
He do the rain dance
Then he clears it out
He makes his shoulders bounce
Then he walks it out
He's poppin' his collar
The ladies go holla
He drive his Bentley all around this town
There's only one thing
He got a big frown
I could turn his frown all the way upside down
You wanna know why?
Cuz my own man keeps me fly