Beauty.
Yellow reggae is what flows through her Japanese veins,
Her eyes twinkle as she whines,
Her curvaceous hips are definite crimes,
She learns to breathe in Jamaica heat,
The burning hoods of Kingston,
Her slit eyes look up at the skies as she meets her demise by dancing in disguise,
Her family shall not accept her Dancehall movement,
When she hears Aidonia or Tanto Metro & Devonte she'd lose it and,
She goes foolish,
Pure Asian beauty,
Yellow skin and slit eyes,
At home, she lives in silent lies,
Behind closed family doors,
Her eyes lies on the prize,
To be chosen as the Big Batty Princess of Kingston,
The first Japanese girl shall be televised,
As a Big Batty Princess,
Even though she connects to the wrong ties,
Birthed into a circle of lies and deceit,
Her true love will only hear her suffering cries,
Endless fights,
Till dawn,
She may not have soul for the rest of her life.
Shotta.
Guns tie to him like a knot for two smitten lovers,
It's been that way since he watched the white doves cover his mother,
Sex is his only love with a girl who is not his lover,
A badman.
BANG. BANG.
Shoulder lean on the dusk Kingston streets,
Anonymous girl runs to his side,
Panic overrides her forehead's cry,
Her beauty trapped him and he couldn't deny,
He needed to see her face again before he tries,
Tries to cut family ties,
For the lies,
On that seventeen-year-old bloody sunrise,
Street hardened rude bwoi.
Naïve American gyal.
One good ting 'bout di music is dat when it hits, yuh feel nuh pain.
One good ting 'bout di guns is dat when it punctures yuh, yuh 'ave anyone fi blame.
Beauty & Shotta.
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