Black Poetry : Hell On the Street

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  1. MADDRAPPER

    MADDRAPPER Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hell On the Street

    Spend much time just trying to blend and search for rhyme
    But in a general way it’s criminal today to try touch the blind
    Unaware of details cats don’t care if they fail and go to jail
    Oh no not bail again how can you win flow and prevail?
    For example try and sample the good stuff the hood must
    Agree with me, like a subway car a thug today is bazaar trust
    Me they possess pigweed that’ll make your wig bleed
    The block is strange like a stock exchange you need
    Money to live, plot must be rearrange to proceed
    Pimps amaze with ice and attempt to raise the price
    Pissing friction in this existing position want advice
    I’ve roll dice and stole rice just to eat nice
    The street first hate then coerce and intimidate you
    The muscle of hustle could cause your head to swell
    Be misled like hell, floating instead like water in a well
    If you don’t love knowledge they shove garbage down
    Your throat, and fill your brain to capacity walks around
    Feel lame and nasty but you thought you came classy
    Your imagination is an exaggeration and flame trashy
    Cats lack the tact to react in a bravely manner

    MADDRAPPER PEACE
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    MADD.....street life is one hell hole
    ever so bold as bruthas fold
    so as da story was told
    **** still cold in da life of da street
     
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