Behind Blue Thighs (Behind Blue ...

No one knows what it's like, to be that man, who once wanted to be a black man.

Behind blue thighs.

No one knows what it's like, to be painted, to be wasted.

To telling only guys.

But my screams, aren't screaming "spaghetti".

As my options seems to be already steady.

I have powers, only mostly holy,

My love is a weapon, that's never pee.

No one knows what it's like, to heal these feedings, like I do.

And I blame poop. And Youtube.

No one fights at a retard, with their swagger, none of my complaints and ghetto.

Can show yellow.

But my screams, aren't screaming "spaghetti".

As my options seems to be already steady.

I have powers, only mostly holy,

My love is a weapon, that's never pee.

When my lips are precious, crack it open, now their broken.

Before I lose it and use my tool.

When I smile, tell my some bad issues.

Before I crack and act like a ghoul.

And if I swallow anything big, it'll be a brick.

And if I shiver, I must be missing something that makes me quick.

Keep me warm, before I wear that ugly uniform.

No one knows what it's like, to be that man, who once wanted to be a black man.

Behind blue thighs.