Double Crossed

I Pocahontas in cahoots. If I ever existed. Guessing was a threat. I get what you want. No one ever ceases. Given to love pain. I can mix herbs. With something bitter Ginger. That never blessed redhead. Touched to killing meaning. This balling crooked virgin. Overtime in hissing coldness. Sunken lame with drunken. Got her feeling breedy. Surprised getting digits precisely. Surpluses stuck on costly. Dreams of high tolerance... The grands Victoria swept. Where we once stood. On guard to emigrate. There is an orchid. Being bombarded with chemicals. Those were the days. My mind was elsewhere. So hopefully to integrate. I could care less. What a witness observed? Tainted by worthless feelings. Nowhere to run allocated. Should I have left? Confused meaning with shame. Throughout I go blue. Prepared to get stripes. Robbed in broad daylight. Remember I am not financial. Taxed I was never exempt. Fiscal with the demand. Overdone by this courage. Niggas get a holla but my saying is that I do not need to act. When I receive your call that just brings me back to annotate this. A child abuser or a sex offender? She clearly chose to be biased and side with one. In fact know I am not a double standard on my bed. I remain Frank to show you there are no roses that could be picked up. That is definitely not drumming down but this feel like I am armed with a rendition beyond abstract. If I could flip the coin, you know that could lead me to chase tails, before getting a decent head for myself. They pray an African slips into a manhole.