"Can I Get Up In Your Grill?" (A Love Letter To A Girl From The Ghetto) 
By Alexander The Poet 05.20.06

When I was driving down in the hood,
I saw this hot girl that gave me a thrill
I saw this chica that gave me wood,
Hence, I wanted to get up in her grill

The grill she had, looked mighty damn fine,
With her, George Foreman could just not compete
The powers it had, were so divine,
It made me yell "Holla!", across the street!

Her grill looked, as if it was ready,
To accept my sausage, ASAP
All I ask, is that she hold steady,
As I insert it proudly, and say "Whee"

I wished, I could take her to my crib,
So we could spend time together, and chill
I'd tell her I'm all for women's lib,
Then ask, if I can get up in her grill!

THE END