Straight from the streets of D’Troit. This young girl will tell you like it is. Profanity is just part of her everyday speech and vulgarity just one of her many expressions. But don’t be quick to dismiss her, because behind every wise crack, there is a point to the story, so listen closely and you may learn what the streets have taught her.
Penetrate
You can't penetrate me.
You try to take stabs at my character to make me feel bad about me.
Try to stop me from being me.
But you can't penetrate me.
Their ain't no shame in my game for who I be
I am woman, intellect, lover, fighter, sexual being.
You can't handle my creativity and my ability to express my sexuality.
Because you can't penetrate me.
Mind, body and soul have been blessed, raped, bought and sold.
And still I speak on.
You just fuelled my fire, gave me strength to go on.
Don't make me Flip the Script and tease you with my Body Song.
I know You Want This, but there will be no Aftermath,
Nor will you discover what's beneath my Red Dress.
Because you can't penetrate me.
The lyrics to your speech are pressed.
Always trying to preach when you really need to teach,
The lessons you've lived and learned.
My negation of your penetration has left you sore and spent.
Due to your efforts to undo the back of my dress and expose the truth
Which parallels the words that are coming out of my mouth
To dispel myths and traditions, to plant a new root.
You can release your seed whenever you need.
But that egg donor won't be me.
Cause you can't penetrate me.
The havoc that I've wrecked, has a soul and a purpose to be heard unrehearsed
To catapult morality into our oats to be sowed and hoed.
Thirst quenched, hunger feed, and respect breed.
Know when to hold and when to fold.
The cards are dealt let the future be told.
Grip your ankles, prepare to moan.
Your premature meaning you came too soon.
Now I will penetrate you!
D-Troit AKA The Split
