Yesterday’s Clothes [Interlude]

VERSE I:
Francoise
Dancer
Gliding through the streets
Like a dancer
I can give you love and lust
Not no answers
The clouds is ever whitening like some dandruff
Head and shoulders over
Who a stand tough
Limit the horizon
If you looking through ancestors
Ruki murakami and a CD on the dresser
All this education
From professional professors
Ion share that etiquette
Give till nothing left to give
Young distrust my exigence
So sick of your selfishness
Don’t repeat cycles
Save that for the nеxt life
We kiss under rеd skies
And sit in the dead night
Take a burning fork
And scorch the systems we despise
Cause what’s the use in running
When it’s someone who can’t hide
Keep a gen 5 hold it like an infant
Said our last byes then we shot the distance
All these saccharine works and exhibitions
Hope that all my bruddas see contentment