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I’m only a slave to my better nature
This might take yah
A little longer to digest this fruitful thought
How many chances do you get too die?
You may think that’s easy! One!
Let me learn you
A few examples a bout the birds and the bees
The he’s and she’s
Since now a days parents are kids who never fast forward bad habits used on rewind
made crept into this child’s design
Emotionally unaware yelling out every chance I don’t care!
Was a far cry for what was truly there!
There he grew divided and conquered
Broken hearted never to know true worth always thought money first
His hole’ly clothes were not fresh to def but all the same
They killed his confidence
Now innocence turns murderess intents
I’ll never feel like this again
Dope with his charm eye candy for his arms
Life looking oh so sweet
The boy grew
Proud product of these streets
Dad to none father to one
But he nurtured the block
Seen a kid eager to take his spot
Parenting skills kicked in so he raised his glock
Then heard a shot!
To his knees he dropped
His man rushed his pockets
Bleeding out he couldn’t yell stop it
He caught a glimpse of the mans face
Wide beak dingy yellow teeth
He thought funny on his death bed
Those look like my cheeks!
He mustard ah a pops!
The man froze and replied
Sorry son you beat up the wrong one! Plus I need this tweak!
As the little turned to run he leaned over and grabbed the gun,
And with a last breath came out...
Don’t be like me ssss.....!
How to become a cyclist for dummies!
