By Street Cries
What seeker can see what I have seen prophetic dreams
Shot gun houses torn screens safe houses triple beems
Escorts giving me bags of cream emaculent things
Strip club champaign and hot wings
Five star suites ninth floor west wing
Limo cruise mountain views street cries we never snooze
Make eiligent moves C.E.O watch stock news
Minaj mulatto that love to swallow till Iam hollow
Poetically unstoppable impossible to follow
Every since 96 when I had Mexican chicks model
Mad love to Greenville Seattle and Chicago
Forward full throttle with a dime peace coke bottle
Your comments are shallow
So who the hell cares investment clubs
Master mind affairs
Relaxing on madagascan chairs
Ambition plus persistence through resistance equals evidence
That I own a couple businesses
speak to open the eyes of those who seek understanding bleek
Blind to the shine that I release falling on your face instead of standing on yo feet
PEACE
Street Cries
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Perry Mason says: The fullest of sorts into life's materials. Interesting read. Colorful presentation. |
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