Black Poetry : The Truth

rhymebad

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The Truth

My rhymes cause pain and flaws in the brain got rap laws
That aim at whackness cats lame need practice so pause
Best stick stamps on slick damp letters and mail it to contact
Folks about your whack quotes mail man rides a cadilac
With some DEES on the rim so everybody sees him it all fact
See men that pretend to be good at rap I could slap domes
With foam pillows these freaks see they sleep on me, leave microphones
Perking like coffee my scripts so corrupt they sip from cups and break bones
A variety of the society is loose and corrupt need to produce results
And lower gas prices why be a thrower of mass crisis can’t duck
The filling station it’s a thrilling situation fifty dollars to fill up
That touch my heart in search for a smart answer oh yeah that’ it
Fought and can’t win so I bought a Schiwn bicycle phat and legit
To pedal to work, can’t go to WAWA in my bazaar car I must admit
Through the dust and grit bicycle riding fits the occasion now I can
Duel nice with the fuel price expensive petro is intensive in the Ghetto man
Must say doe without malice that Diego Coralis was killed on a bike this
Morning so it a brisk waring to be careful in the graphic traffic that exists
So I choose to use caution, nowadays love affairs are cruddy me and my buddy
May bang the same dame and not know it happened R Kelly and Usher so nutty
Both were in chase for a wife and got laced with strife hard to embrace life
 

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