The last ride

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                We looked up to the man, who drove by in his long black sedan blowing his horn while waving to the poor boys his fans.Always riding four deep with a gun under his seat,he was every poor boys hope, even though he sold dope. He would stop and brag about his luck, and the  bullets he ducked, the games he’s played and how to get paid, he would call the white man honky, but he made the brothers junkies. When his time came to an end, it was by the hand of his friend. He went out in style funeral cars were lined up for at least a mile, he was buried with diamonds on his hands, for his last ride in the undertakers long...black...sedan.