Who’s The Blame
I ‘m finding it hard to defend my actions
while i’m still packing this .45
keeping me alive with a challenge pride
in spite of my conscience having already
DIED
The Watchers
W a l k I n g with a limp
an inch from a pimp
hair WiLd and unkempt
EGO as big as the blimp
in an attempt to look hard
having no regards playing the part
of the rappers he sees in the videos
draped in gold spitting lyrics
with metaphors about
hoes and fat BANK ROLLS
A Mother’s Forewarning
S he tried to warn him
of the company you keep
especially the ones who be
r u n n i n g the streets
experiencing loss of life
and others loss of sleep
but he’s in too
deep
