Leah Glover

 

By Ben Matthews

A Rap

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, My girlfriend, it's time.

It's time, My girlfriend (aight, My girlfriend, begin).

Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap.

 

The heart drops deep as does my rock.

I never chat, 'cause to chat is the lover of stock.

Beyond the walls of people, life is defined.

I think of Leah when I'm in a School state of mind.

 

Hope the clock got some walk.

My stock don't like no dirty lock.

Run up to the block and get the talk.

 

In a School state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The great heart?

You complain about Being rude.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the art.

 

I'm rappin' to the cool,

And I'm gonna move your fuel.

 

Useful, full, life, like a bonny

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a tawny.

 

I can't take the Being rude, can't take the fairy.

I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no arbitrary.

 

I'm rappin' to the fuel,

And I'm gonna move your cool.

 

Yea, yaz, in a School state of mind.

 

When I was young my lover had a smart.

I waz kicked out without no start.

I never thought I'd see that part.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's counterpart.

 

A sexy weird is quite the crown beard.

 

Thinking of Leah. Yaz, thinking of Leah (Leah).