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My heart
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My heart |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Doesn't weep, doesn't cry Remember those days we had to steal Man, it was for real- Too hood Remember when you tripped and fell After snatchin' up that chicken in the bodega That lady was screamin' bloody hell You know I don't cry for you Its a shame what you had to go through When we heard you died Your girl sat down and cried We just chilled Sat back, things got real We took a gun Next thing you know Pop pop pop Nothin hit but one shot Bloody formin a stream, a river of pain I still remember it rained that day, on the news we got fame Then your brother went We poured out a 40 The gang bangin got too bangin Everything was a blur You got got, got hit, or got lock Seems so stupid now Back then, one minute they there, next they gone Someone look wrong, you got up in it Tempers flare, send the youngin to go get it Then it gets to the poppin and the clippin And you get to dippin Hope the cops get to slippin So the biscuts you be flippin Let it all go, just brought back memories "Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo, shimmy ya!" "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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priyanka Member
since 2009-06-15
Posts 216india |
Good one... Ah! got me imagining the whole thing! Just plain SUPERB! The powerful images you show us - just too good... |
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