Alove Supreme

you’re so obscene

Alove Supreme no one knows what you mean
A love Supreme you’re flying but you have no wings
Your rhymes for lack thereof

More like blackened coffee
No sugar
No cream
Volatile and hostile
More valuable per pound than premium gasoline

I love you MotherFucker
Keep the glide in your stride
And the dip in your hip
Keep the pep in your step

SHOOT FOR THE SKY MOONRIDER