Black Poetry : Look stuck in the ghetto wanna say lets go but have no Petro, some fast junk the nearest gas pump is

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    Look stuck in the ghetto wanna say lets go but have no
    Petro, some fast junk the nearest gas pump is a long go
    From here must solve this can’t lay down have to stay
    Around this is serious can’t play clown and waste a day
    Itch for hype but now hitch hike now up rolls a truck
    With chickens my bold luck is kicking I thought, corrupt
    In order to get a fast ride had to cast aside chicken manure
    But this beats walking the driver keeps talking felt secure
    This is a ride can’t sweat it I may live to regret a chicken
    on the passenger seat I fed it put it down my Rolex ticking
    concern about the fact I almost turned my back on my ride
    while it sit on dubs and spinning sprewells leather dash pride
    from the beginning I fell in love with the car so far no flat
    tires jest fat desires to pick up honeys with them beauty stats
     
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    From the beginning I fell in love with the car so far no flat
    Tires jest fat desires to pick up honeys with them beauty stats
    Get a girl sex her wise love is an exercise to keep the romance
    Weight off cake be soft a bad date could cost now got a chance
    To daydream the thoughts came, name after name but must advance
    With this, want a girl with a legit renowned body at a sit down
    Dinner party a part of her skirt lets artwork take center stage around
    Tables eating brown bagels wanna go down suck navels and hound
    One girl flirt in a skirt have fun lot of hot work to be done it’s all
    The above a tall for love may call for a hug and some kisses can’t stall
    If you slow you lose we could go cruise in the LEX while being amused
    By complex music such as LIL WAYNE and still remain lips lock and glued
    HIP HOP used to entertain off the CD, hate crack but got an 8 track that
    Sound around town like a GHETTO BLASTER has sweet dreams at
    Home, now time to get back to my ride now a thrilling situation while
    At the filling station, really see an ESCALADE and yes I wanna
    A parade in a hummer like trees give shade this summer gonna
    Put the top up while the honeys sit close may git to host SOUL
    TRAIN if my goal remains on being famous let my cards unfold
    Like DON CORNELIUS just say to folks it’s about peace and soul
    But duck healing stuck with feelings from the dumb past still
    Got some class doe really need a fast tow truck to really fulfill
    My wish, emotional damage is deft have to manage myself
    Feel the nation approaching famine fast but must examine
    This gas it wet and all fill with ethanol have to duck famine
    Ethanol make the gas evaporate fast right out the tank
    And perhaps can’t pass a gas station without getting petro
    But duck healing stuck in the feelings from the dumb past still
    Got some class doe really need a fast tow truck to really fulfill
    My wish
     
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