Sodomy Poetry
Our minds raptured by the
Sound of a thousand men
Fighting a battle for their asserted dominance
Mister J said Bitch you are my servant
Sucking cock will give you purpose
Be the child of cannon fodder
Swallow now my chosen daughter
This is the gospel of the motherfucker
This is the gospel of the cast out brother
We all must throat the dick
Begin to gag till sick
Society implemented a standard
Your life it's glory hole
And if you fuck with passion
You may reclaim its soul
Dreading that dry thrust
Alpha boy must bust
In the cock you trust
Become his favorite must
Slaves to the white boy
Ohio bred shit ploy
Fucks her local dealer
Spread it, don't conceal her
I need my fix mister J
Put my dignity away
I'll fuck you for some H
Your cock reams good in me
I'm just dope whore
Living on the edge
Newark's secret weapon
Is a junkie on the ledge
Now he took my friend
Led her to the cellar
Cops allow a rapist
To live a life the safest
My name is simply Brandon
I watched her go to shit
Could've saved her had I stabbed him
He was passed out at an old friends
But I saw his child
And couldn't slice his throat
But I feel the anger everyday
As Mr. J continues to abuse my friend
Sound of a thousand men
Fighting a battle for their asserted dominance
Mister J said Bitch you are my servant
Sucking cock will give you purpose
Be the child of cannon fodder
Swallow now my chosen daughter
This is the gospel of the motherfucker
This is the gospel of the cast out brother
We all must throat the dick
Begin to gag till sick
Society implemented a standard
Your life it's glory hole
And if you fuck with passion
You may reclaim its soul
Dreading that dry thrust
Alpha boy must bust
In the cock you trust
Become his favorite must
Slaves to the white boy
Ohio bred shit ploy
Fucks her local dealer
Spread it, don't conceal her
I need my fix mister J
Put my dignity away
I'll fuck you for some H
Your cock reams good in me
I'm just dope whore
Living on the edge
Newark's secret weapon
Is a junkie on the ledge
Now he took my friend
Led her to the cellar
Cops allow a rapist
To live a life the safest
My name is simply Brandon
I watched her go to shit
Could've saved her had I stabbed him
He was passed out at an old friends
But I saw his child
And couldn't slice his throat
But I feel the anger everyday
As Mr. J continues to abuse my friend
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Writer(s): Brandon Mitchell
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