Skin as black and grisly as a widow's rose
Hair dreaded up or sometimes even corn rolled
An humble smile telling a tale of twisted foes
Atlanta swag telling a truth that they'll never know
Beautiful scars painted around your nose
Thug passion got me losing control
Turning little birdies into big crows
Flippin and dippin these strawberries like a gourmet pro
Cross young sweet and the clique hops out commencing the woes
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