Rumble
Slash'n while I'm dash'n around the block,
my gang's guns exclaim'n in my ears, pop, pop, pop!
We're clash'n with their girls on the street
cuz there ain't 'nuff room for the both of our crews,
you know us dogs' gotta eat!
I approach her with my switch,
ready for her to come to bat,
the lady with the same face as me,
the woman that's my match,
stead'a swing'n though,
or get'n real nasty and mean,
twinny throws down the glock
and grabs me by my shoulders,
"We oughta be partners now,"
she grips my hand and makes my blade stop,
"We ain't each other's enemies,"
now, me, myself, and I,
we're all a team,
and we're rumble'n
an fight'n
the folks who're give'n us steam.
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
