Brotha To The Night

Say Baby...
Can I be yo' slave?
I got to admit girl, you're the shit girl
And I'm diggin' you like a grave.
Now do they call
"Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar"
Or maybe the Queen of 10,000 moons?
Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star?
Is your name Yemaya?
Oh, hell no.
Its got to be Oshun.
Ooohhh...
is that a smile me put on your face child...
wide as a field of jasmine and clover?
Talk that talk, honey.
Walk that walk, money.
High on legs that'll spite Jehovah. Shit.
Who am I?
It's not important.
But they call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now...
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.
Who am I?
I'll be whoever you say!
But right now I'm the sight raped-hunter...
Blindly pursuing you as my prey.
And I just want to give you injections
Of sublime erections,
And get you to dance to my rhythm.
Make you dream archetypes...
Of black angels in flight...
Upon wings of distored, contorted
Metaphoric Jizm.
Come on slim...
Fuck yo' man!,
I ain't worried about him.
It's you who I want to step to my scene.
'Cause rather the deal with fallacy...
Of this dry-ass reality
I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass
In a wet dream.
Who am I?
Hmpph
Well they all call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now,
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.

Is that all right?