Sticks and carrot, he called me a harlot for squeezing his balls
It is in sex we know God is real, it’s never in the first skin we peel
Or the signs we couldn’t see, I want you and my gates are ajar
25th is far, fill me up till am no longer sad of people, money and markets
Music, Italian treats. Pizza, Russian cream. Black is an attitude of power
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Guest Contributor and System Administrator on Obidi, Owner of ombukuro.com.ng, WordPress Developer, Social Media Consultant and all round nice guy
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