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"Man im sorry,"
*Smack*
"s**t man i said i am sorry"
"I wish you were, i wish i didnt have to do this...
******** man,
I though you were a hommie"
*Click*
"s**t man, what the ******** you doing with tha.."
*Smack*
"Man, shut the ******** up, die with some pride."
"OH, s**t! Man, dont do this! C'mon noooo..."
*BAM*
Three years ago,
We rolled with our crew,
You were a hommie bro!
But this s**t is new,
And the only thing i wish,
That i didnt have to do this to you.
Just last week,
A needle in your bed,
Now his s**t is missing
Another broskey dead
Found him face down
with a bullet in his
mother ********
mother ********
MOTHER ********
HEAD!
There are times
When i thought
you were stupid
But i never thought
That you would ******** do this.
10 grand missing
Your life is on the line
I want you to get your story
Straight and true this time.
Last time,
Wheres the dime?
What happened to
Joey's dimond ring,
Not to mention
A thousand other things
Just like last night,
Crew went out to fight.
Or did you forget about
Our god damn sacrifical right?
You walk around
Way more than stoned
We took a piss test
Now your ******** boned
Loaned, Ten stolen grand,
And all you have to say
Is 'I aint your man?'
If you told the truth
I might just not,
Have to shoot you.
Now were stuck
We cant pay the bills
You sit on your a**
Smoking pot to solve your ills?
I refute that,
Taste my bat.
Just like that!
s**t is wack!
Bap,
Bap.
BAP, BAP, BAP!
Now your all bloody
Laying on the floor.
Looking at the people
You used to adore.
It was blood,
That make our union
Since then you've had nothing to put in,
Let me cure your putred sin.
Again
Again
Again
Why is Veronica
Praying to her momma
For the food
You are soposed to be working for?
Spent it on black
Or herpies infested whores?
What happened to the man,
Your daughter used to adore?
Now your ******** up,
And laying on the floor.
"However from my perspective,
the one i got from your wife,
and all the people you used to call friends,
that dosn't seam like much changed
from as of late."
Three years ago,
We rolled with our crew,
You were a hommie bro!
But this s**t is new,
And the only thing i wish,
That i didnt have to do this to you.
Now you're crying
As the gun cocks,
You aint even thinking
Your daughter
Or your wifes locks,
I bet its about...
********
Now i lay to rest
A memory of a man
One who did,
and ended up caned.
"Rest in peace you son of a b***h."
- by TheLastOfUs |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/30/2012 |
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- Title: R.I.P. CrackHead
- Artist: TheLastOfUs
- Description: Pissed at an old hommie that got addicted.
- Date: 09/30/2012
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