Low Down (C) 12-5-09

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Shorty hung around all his niggaz, hustlers, pimps, and eses I guess its safe to say he faced more sentences than essays Life flashed before his eyes but the 21st wasn’t included The plans and innocence of many young women he’s deluded Seemed to have no judgement but in reality his mind was semi-on But weak narrow-minded actions made him look like a demi-john Parole did the world no justice neither anyone’s souls Cause he still paronomastically got under the women’s clothes As a child his mother always reprieved his punishment Maybe if she followed up he would never find fun with this His eyes were drowned with the gory scenes of the murders he wrote But to a point where blood stains were inscribed in his brain Dropped out of school because he never was really a learner Hated history but was enamored by the story of Nat Turner “Kill the white folks they enslaved my people, ” the nigga would cry But it wasn’t the point of him fightin for freedom liked he just loved when they die He doesn’t realize that it hasn’t ended it continues with sex, guns, and drugs like the crack No more of them killin us we kill each other while they just supply and sit back So hypocritical, him and his niggaz sit on the porch smokin weed To the little children they’re older heads, that’s how they’re plantin the seed This dude has never seen sunlight in its true colors He’s mostly fascinated with the pale moon cause that’s when he can kill the brothas His heart pumps out brimstone and sulfer while lava flows through his veins Tears made of liquor and his past record is colored with blood stains Focused on makin bread but not with flour and yeast he Wanna make it by the sacrificing others this jungle is beastly Without a king with a mane but mostly pimps with a cane Liars, drug dealers, thieves, and prostitutes fillin the lane I’m in so much pain to see him walk the streets intangibly Most be nice I wish I could roam the streets and no one would try to damage me This I can’t take and I’d rake my eyes out before I eat cake With a dirty nigga like I might have to kill him for my people’s sake

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