I keep it real,
I deal,
not kill.
Slangin pays the bills.
Still,
I feel,
I need to pop a pill.
You cant change me,
I'm a G,
sellin weed.
I try to be,
my own me.
Feelin free,
on PCP,
and LSD.
Swisha Sweets,
the greastest B's,
for smokin tree's,
and hydro heats.
Bumpin beats,
through these streets,
my ride creeps,
mobbed 8 deep,
all my G's,
filled the seats.
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Written May 15th, 2006
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Hip-hoppin'!
Not necessarily things that I approve of, but the poem is just fly!
Keep penning!
Jennifer -
Hip-hoppin'!
Not necessarily things that I approve of, but the poem is just fly!
Keep penning!
Jennifer
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Pretty good flow'n here!
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cool :D
that was good. -
this is diffrent but kewl keep it up
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