FLIPPING WORDS AGAIN

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 -I use to rock an afro with the pick.
-Lately it was a beard, smile…tooth with the pick.
-Even when a camera takes my pic.
-Make sure it’s my right side, I don’t mean to nit-pic.
-I gotta list of felonious charges you take your pick.
-Judge made me ‘em all stick.
-Now I gotta carry a prison shank made from a stick.
-I pray I won’t have to find a rib to stick.
-Replace the tooth pick with a chew stick.
-And lay low until I’m released.
-So I’ll keep writing up until the day of my book release.
-Then go back to that car lot find my old load to release.
-When I hit broke the repo’d my old load & I haven’t been the same since.
-Imma spend a little money but not a lot, Imma use my common sense.
-Keep count of all the dollars & all the scents.
-Use all five senses to stay on my toes like a blood hound uses the sense of scents.
-There’s haters out there.
-And they’re incognito not out in plain view to bear.
-The weight of haters can be a load that’s not easy to bear.
-There I go flippin’ words again, like a honey comb gets flipped by a bear.