J. Roget

The name does no justice for that it names
Liquid fun to set my soul on fire
For being too young and so very dumb
But it was my girl who was offering

The smooth taste of lemon-lime
Mixed with Hi-C, if we had the time
Before going to wait for the bus of school
Or 15 mins before jumping into the pool

That one time we acted a plum fool
All gullied thinking it was cool
The bottle never got dropped
When running from a lover or cop

It was too damn good to go to waste
Slap each other silly just for a taste
Slow to work but quick to burn
Gliding down hard when it was my turn

The first taste was the one that I should've shook
Maybe then I wouldn't be such a lush
Ha! That's a damn good lie, I stay stuck!