Donte Trezevant Poems

Make room for the man
Who can barely stand
You walk by he smells bad
He used to have the moves
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Her Smile lights up rooms
Makes heads turn
His body urning
For her sight filled stair
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Terrorists

As the young man walks threw his streets dispersion
His brain rattled like it was urgent
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They creep in the valleys causing shadows of death
Kid tries to take a breath
Of the natural air fresh
Chokes on the CO2 fumes
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Make me wonder wat you got with your fredricks lingere
Lay me down and climb on me like u wanned it all day
Run your hands up my body and look me in the eye
Give me a surpriseI promise I wont judge
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He sits on his bed
Waiting
Watching out for his entourage
As his radio signals fled
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A sensual sight for sour eyes
Scratching my back out of her eyes she cried
With my camera on the dresser
My bed was her stage
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I’m speaking to the world you better listen
Eyes looking to the heaven they better glisten
Like the boy who spilled pissen
He missin
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The COOL
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