Category : Poems

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Waking up at 4am I fall into the morning blues/// calling all my clients up telling them to pay their dues/// Walk it, talk it,  pock it,  f*ck the ops if they tell me not to/// My life is mine and not yours/// America's still the land of the free/// Ain't nobody taking that God given right from me!/// For we are the fighters for a "lost" cause/// People be saying that and still be askin for some fake pee/// feel me? You understand me? got me?/// I bet you not knowing what I mean/// your heads all rapped up in that cocain dreaming///