Kiss and Run

Please kiss and run, my only son Her body is on fire. Water rises, Whisky on the table, A unique type of gold in a glass, That type of woman isn’t in your social class Moments like these are meant to last No money to spend, but time to kill. My only son, a fall from grace, Or a plunge from the hill Take your misty mistletoe kiss Disconnect the extinguisher: That girl is on fire! Try not to diss A battle beyond hopelessness for a woman in the ghetto A segment of labor and a segment of pain My son it appears that you are navigating your life In a fast pace of unsophisticated women: ... 1 Peter 5:8 Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.