Sheapers

Cut from a different cloth
They aren't who they seem to be
Her poetry like pipe dream epiphanies
Storyteller stuck in her own histories
Ave the scrutiny, you couldn't walk a mile in her billie jeans

If I put money on your head
Then that's a penny for your thoughts
(I found the girl of my dreams) In my dreams

If I put oney on your head
Then that's a penny for your thoughts
My dreams

Cut my tongue up so I could speak less
My mind's in color so I don't see sense
But I don't have to pretend
Past or present there ain't no fucking pretense

I'm out of touch I'm out of reach
I'm out of touch I'm out of reach
If you don't call, we won't speak

I could turn a shepherd to a sheep...



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Writer(s): Nkiru Emelle
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