FOR FAKING JACKS... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

IN THE AFTERMATH
ALSO KNOWN AS
THE BEDROOM
BUT NOW
CLOSELY RESEMBLES
A GROUND ZERO
I WAS ASKED
DO YOU FEEL IT
LIKE YOU SAY YOU DO
OR IS IT POSSIBLE
THAT IT'S A ACT
LIKE A BROADWAY PLAY
SCRIPTED MANIPULATION
OF THE SENSES
IN A WAY THAT
WHEN WITNESSED
REAL CAN'T BE
DETERMINED FROM FAKE...

HAD TO TAKE
A SECOND TO LET
THE WORDS SINK IN
THEN REPLIED WITH
A SLIGHT GRIN
DARLING YOU MUST
BE MISTAKEN CAUSE
WHEN I SAY ITS TIGHT
ITS MEANT LIKE
WEARING A PAIR PANTS
TWO SIZES TOO SMALL
FURTHER MORE 
WHEN I SAY
IT'S SO WET
WHILE I'M LIKE
JOSH PHELPS
SWIMMING IN
YOUR POOL
A.K.A. THE BEST
THAT EVER DID IT
CAN'T YOU FEEL IT TOO...?

TO ME
THE ART OF SEX
LEAVES NO ROOM
FOR FAKING JACKS
THINGS I SAY
I CAN DO, I DO
SO RELAX
WHAT I FEEL
I FEEL FOR REAL
LIKE IN THE MATRIX
WHAT I SAY HAS
MEANING LIKE
THE DICTIONARY PAGES
BUT I HAVE TO
SAY THIS
WHEN THERE IS
NOTHING LEFT TO SAY
SHE MAKE LIKE BEYONCE
DESTINY'S CHILD
WRITING'S ON
THE WALL TRACK 12
AND MAKE
ME SAY HER NAME... ;-)