Sherane A.K.A Master Splinter’s Daughter

Lord God, I come to you a sinner And I humbly repent for my sins I believe that Jesus is Lord I believe that You raised him from the dead I would ask that Jesus come to my life And be my Lord and Savior I receive Jesus to take control of my life And that I may live for him from this day forth Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving me with your precious blood In Jesus' name, amen I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta Ass came with a hump, from the jump she was a camel I want to ride like Arabians, push an '04 Mercedes-Benz "Hello, my name is Kendrick," she said, "No, you're handsome" Whispered in my ear, disappeared, then found her dancin' Ciara had played in the background The parade music we made had us all wearin' shades now, cool "Where you stay?" She said, "Down the street from Dominguez High" Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or Paramount "Well, is it Compton?" "No," she replied Then quickly start battin' her eyes I strictly had wanted her thighs around me 17 with nothin', but pussy stuck on my mental My motive was rather sinful, "What you tryna get into?" She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer, and, well The summer had passed, and now I'm likin' her Conversation we havin' probably enticin' her Who can imagine? Maybe my actions'll end up wifin' her Love or lust, regardless, we'll fuck 'cause the trife in us It's deep-rooted, the music of bein' young and dumb Is never muted, in fact, it's much louder where I'm from We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict She live with her granny and her younger two brothers Her favorite cousin Demetrius is irrepetible Family history of gangbangin' did make me skeptical But not enough to stop me from gettin' a nut "I wanna come over, what's up?" That's what I told her soon as this episode Of Martin go off, I'm tryna get off I was in heat like a cactus My tactics of bein' thirsty probably could hurt me But fuck it, I got some heart Grabbed my mama keys, hopped in the car, then, oh boy So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan Passin' Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump I got enough to get me through the traffic jam At least I hope, 'cause my pockets broke as a promise, man I'm thinkin' 'bout that sex Thinkin' 'bout her thighs or maybe kissin' on her neck or maybe what position's next Sent a picture of her titties, blowin' up my texts I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette Enthused by the touch of a woman, she's a masseuse And I'm a professional pornstar when off the Goose I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom I'm hopin' to get her loose like an Uncle Luke anthem I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet And six steps from where she stay, she wavin' me 'cross the street I pulled up, a smile on my face, and then I see Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang Please leave your message for three-two-three Record your message after the tone Kendrick, where you at? Damn, I'm sittin' here waitin' on my van You told me you was gon' be back in 15 minutes I gotta go up to the county buildin', man, these kids ready to eat I'm ready to eat, shit I gotta get them food stuffs, come on now You on your way or what? I hope you ain't out there messin' with them damn hoodrats out there, shit 'Specially that lil' crazy-ass girl, Sherane And plus you got school tomorrow You keep fuckin' around in them streets, you ain't gon' pass to the next grade 11th grade (is that Kendrick on the phone?) Your daddy callin' about some damn dominoes (let me holler at him) He want to holler at you too, go ahead, Kenny, go'n, shit Hello? Yak, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at? (Kenny), What? I'm on his voicemail, damn fool (oh), shit Yak, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at? This the second time I asked you to bring my fuckin' dominoes Just give me the damn phone, shit, don't hang up, damn, let me (keep losin' my goddamn dominoes) Kendrick, when you get this message, man, call me back (we gon' have to go in the backyard) I need to know when you gon' bring back my damn car (and squab, homie) This man fussin' 'bout some damn dominoes It ain't all that serious, fuck, damn dominoes Shit, I'ma miss my damn appointment, fuck Fuck some damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that Nobody wanna hear your ass Matter fact, cut my motherfuckin' oldies back on You killin' my motherfuckin' vibe