Rather we be broke together, then be rich apart,
I been with you from the start, I hid your shit from the narcs,
I'm your Bonnie, your my Clyde,
Shit gets hard I'm still gonna ride,
I got that nine by my side, on the frontline ain't gonna hide,
picking the lock coming through the room blasting,
I'm your lady savage,
I'm ready for a rampage,
Ridin round that city blasting me and my bitch
Roll that sack, shit is lit
Ain't a smoker, still gonna hit
Am I crazy, maybe
But I can't live without my baby
Yo imagine how that day be when your not around to save me,
Imma ride for muthafuckin nigga,
Never drop a dime on my muthafuckin hitta,
Never gotta worry bout some hoes he goin hit up,
Cuz I got that bomb shit that he can never give up,
They say that love can make you do some crazy things,
Maybe that is true,
But all I need is 9 and a fitted bulletproof ,
Me and you goin run the world,
Jack some diamonds gets some pearls,
And when it's over I hope I'm taken laying on your chest,
Dont shed a tear while I rest,
Make that money make them bets,
And when I make it to the gates I'll take them steps with no regrets,
Cuz I died like a solider cuz I learned from the best.
YOU ARE READING
Uncle Sam, Goddamn
Poesía"I'm fucked up, nigga you fucked up, but if God got us, nigga we gon' be alright"- Kendrick Lamar Tyler Perry gave us the Diary of a Mad Black Women. I give you, The Poems Of A Black Youth, Uncle Sam, Goddamn.
