So, I've been in the writing mood lately. I've been very creative in my own work, and I'm getting into different artists right now. I'm reading Memoirs of a Geisha again, as well as a few other of my favorite novels. I wanted to share one of my favorite pieces today. Please enjoy. . . your revolution will not happen between these thighs
your revolution will not happen between these thighs
the real revolution ain't about booty size the Versaces you buys or the Lexus you drives
and though we've lost Biggie Smalls your Notorious revolution will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche in my bush
your revolution will not be you killing me softly with Fugees
the real revolution ain't about booty size the Versaces you buys or the Lexus you drives
and though we've lost Biggie Smalls your Notorious revolution will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche in my bush
your revolution will not be you killing me softly with Fugees
your revolution ain't gon' knock me up without no ring and produce little future MCs because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a Jeep with LL hard as hell ya know, doin' it & doin' it & doin' it well ya know, doin' it & doin' it & doin' it well
your revolution will not be you smackin' it up, flippin' it, or rubbin' it down nor will it take you downtown or humpin' around because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
your revolution will not have me singin' ain't no nigger like the one I got your revolution will not be you sending me for no drip drip VD shot
your revolution will not involve me feeling your nature rise or helping you fantasize because that revolution will not happen between these thighs and no, my Jamaican brother, your revolution will not make you feel boombastic and really fantastic have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic
you will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french vanilla butter pecan chocolate deluxe or having Akinyele's dream a six-foot blowjob machine
you wanna subjugate your queen; think I'ma put it in my mouth just 'cause you made a few bucks please brotha please!
your revolution will not be me tossing my weave making believe I'm some caviar-eating, ghetto mafia clown or me givin' up my behind just so I can get signed or maybe have somebody else write my rhymes? I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go if we could drop the empty pursuit of props and the ego we'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense, on a Quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense...but
your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status to express what you feel; your revolution will not happen between these thighs will not happen between these thighs will not be you shaking and me faking between these thighs because the revolution, that's right, I say the real revolution, you know the real revolution, when it finally comes, it's gon' be real.
your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a Jeep with LL hard as hell ya know, doin' it & doin' it & doin' it well ya know, doin' it & doin' it & doin' it well
your revolution will not be you smackin' it up, flippin' it, or rubbin' it down nor will it take you downtown or humpin' around because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
your revolution will not have me singin' ain't no nigger like the one I got your revolution will not be you sending me for no drip drip VD shot
your revolution will not involve me feeling your nature rise or helping you fantasize because that revolution will not happen between these thighs and no, my Jamaican brother, your revolution will not make you feel boombastic and really fantastic have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic
you will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french vanilla butter pecan chocolate deluxe or having Akinyele's dream a six-foot blowjob machine
you wanna subjugate your queen; think I'ma put it in my mouth just 'cause you made a few bucks please brotha please!
your revolution will not be me tossing my weave making believe I'm some caviar-eating, ghetto mafia clown or me givin' up my behind just so I can get signed or maybe have somebody else write my rhymes? I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go if we could drop the empty pursuit of props and the ego we'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense, on a Quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense...but
your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status to express what you feel; your revolution will not happen between these thighs will not happen between these thighs will not be you shaking and me faking between these thighs because the revolution, that's right, I say the real revolution, you know the real revolution, when it finally comes, it's gon' be real.
