Sex Is Capitalism

Locked away in my own place Feeling all kinds of distress Better be careful how I use my words around you Because it will be World War Two Don’t feel like arguing with you Tonight or is it morning I’m afraid of time I guess that’s why I’m so confused about this rhyme Walking in needles trying to put together some riddles Just so that I don’t hurt your ego You’re quick to say I gotta go Wait didn’t you just call me hoe While you were hitting it from the back As a matter of fact I knew it was you because you said Damn that booty tight Need to get more of that tonight I took it back when my mind showed me that sex was the only physical power that would keep us in tact