HER COCKPIT... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

SO EXCITED 
TO BE CONFINED
IN THIS SPACE
AS SMALL
AS A CLOSET 
TAKING FLIGHT LIKE
I'M THE PILOT IN
HER COCKPIT
NAVIGATING HER
INSIDES LIKE
A G.P.S. SYSTEM
AS OUR ALTITUDE
RISES SO DOES
THE TEMPERATURE
SUCTION ON HIGH
LIKE IF WE WAS
TO OPEN A WINDOW...

ON THE OUTSIDE
IT SAYS OCCUPIED
ON THE INSIDE
OF THIS 6HR
PLANE RIDE
WE GONNA TAKE
OUR TIME IN
THE SKY UNTIL
WE FIND CLOUD 9
AND CREATE
A LINE OF PEOPLE
THAT WANNA DO
THEIR NUMBER
1'S & 2'S
NO WASTING
GOING ON
IN HERE
ACTING LIKE
IT'S THE BEDROOM...

THEY KNOCKING
ON DOORS WHILE
WE KNOCKING BOOTS
THEY HOLDING THEIRS
WHILE I'M ABOUT
TO LET MINES LOOSE
THEY WANNA
LAND SAFELY
I WANNA STAY
UP IN MY BABY
ALL THE TIME
THINKING SHE
CHANGING ME
FROM HAVING A
FEAR HEIGHTS TO
A FREQUENT FLYER
OF THE MILE HIGH
CLUB ONCE I BUST... ;-)