Home. Number 3 of the jets. Stolw

Home in the sandlot. The movie. Oh my Mama dear. This jets stealing home today and sliding in sideways coming in hot from third base.

They can’t even keep up with my swag. But you see me painting pictures in the minds. So grey. So dull. Lacking imagination and style. Major Tomboy to my ground control towers. Two home bases. Being choke flowers. All

Hot and sweaty. After playing games with the boys. I’ve got all the trophy’s. How I beat them all at their own game and wow’d the crowds groaning and moaning all full of doubts. Legends live forever. Hero’s die. Now which one do you think am I?

Well who are you two winners cooking chicken dinners for me? Damn right. All night. All day. I slay. I slay. I slay. Ok lady’s not let’s get in formation. Information. Pay attention trick or get illuminated. You need both side of the fences. Let that dog off the chain. He’s a staying. His barks worse than his bite. And he might do nothing more than lick you to death for your own frights.

Only tomboys know how to tame a beast drooling and make him never want to leave home again. Tear down the fences. No need to waste resources thinking walls are protection. When you got me out in the yard if world protecting both your honors.

Disrespect the light that’s a no no. When your tired of your man call me. I run the streets. And the streets run me. It’s all

How you look at it. Not what you see. What you say is who you are. Listen to my actions and read the whole book in a moments. Actions say a thousand words. I got your message. Loud and clear when you threw me out into the world. Go get um Tiger. Win the world in our names and turn them on their damn ears. As our girl. Y’all need to stop reading the labels and open the can of worms.