CLEAN UP DA MESS UP

One thing i am sure of,
Illicit sex isn't worth being part of,
Wash your hands,
Unlock your bands,
Clean up all the mess up,

Zip up every open up,
If the feeling ever gets high,
Then bottle up,
Cock tight like a bottle of coke,

So your mess up don't spread like smoke,
All those on the street,
Got screws of all sizes travel through their nut and they bleat,
like goats traversing hard labour,

You're going to gain no flavour,
Its just your feeling,
Riding your thinking,
And soon,
Bleeding, sneezing, coughing and cold catching,
Cos STD's knocking,
Y'all belt up,
Cos dis flight's about to get up,
It don't matter if you're deep down in dis sh*t,
Go down on your knees,
Ask GOD for peace,
And He'll bring you out of it,
Once again you'll be on your feet,
And you'll be done with that 'sh*t'.
H A L L E L U Y A H ! ! !
A M E N ! ! !