YOUR REVOLUTION WILL NOT HAPPEN BETWEEN THESE THIGHS – SARAH JONES

 

Here’s one of my all time favorite poetry pieces for your viewing and reading pleasure. 

 

YOUR REVOLUTION WILL NOT HAPPEN BETWEEN THESE THIGHS – SARAH JONES

 

 

LYRICS:

Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
The real revolution ain’t about booty size
The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you don’t drive
And though we’ve lost Biggie Smalls
Baby your notorious revolution
Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche, in my bush
Your revolution will not be you killing me softly, with Fugees
Your revolution ain’t gonna knock me up without no ring or no plans
And produce little future emcees
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
And your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep
With LL, hard as hell, doin’ it and doin’ it and doin’ it well
Your revolution will not be you smacking it up, flipping it, or rubbing it down
Nor will it take you downtown or humpin around
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
And your revolution will not have me singing, ain’t no nigga like the one I got
And your revolution will not be your ass sending me for no VD shot
And your revolution will not involve me, feelin your nature rise
Or helping you fantasize
Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
Oh, my Jamaican brother, your revolution will not make you feel bombastic
And really fantastic
And have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic
You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french vanilla
Butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Or having Akinyele’s dream, a 6-foot blowjob machine
You want to subjugate your queen?
Think I’m a put it in my mouth, just cuz you made a few bucks?
Please
And your revolution will not be you dying your hair platinum blonde
Sing about what we gon’ do all night long
Cause all you could see is the thong-tha-thong-thong-thong
Cause that revolution will not happen between these thighs
But, your revolution makes me wonder where could we go
If we could all drop the empty pursuit of props and the ego
And revolt back to our roots, use a little Common Sense
On a quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense
But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status
To express what you feel
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Will not happen between these thighs
Will not be you shaking and me *yawn* eventually faking between these thighs
Because, why? Because the revolution, when it finally comes
It’s gonna be real

 

Orode

Tank driving, cheeky amazon from Warri Kingdom. Copywriter by day, blogger by night, foodie round the clock.

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