Nairobi Chicks

Nairobi chicks

Skimp on meals to become like a stick

Meet them down streets, shades and red lipstick

Those sumptuous curves; that singing gait – everything is tick

How you want to hold onto her waist and stick

She is something brown or something dark,

Something you want to lick

But wait

Go make with her a deal

You will then know if she is real

For when you are headed to the till

Lucky you if she won’t bring you her bill

Of shoes, electricity, rent, credit and still

She expect you to buy her another hills

You’d thought you had made a kill

Now you feel she’s here to steal

She’s a vacuum you can’t fill

So my nigger just be still

For that is the deal!