Category : Poems

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When he was juvenile 
He did a lot of things that were infantile
And he rocked out to his own style
At fifteen he stole his pops van and headed to Chicago for awhile 
By seventeen he had made his way to Florida twice hoping for some flesh to defile
That's when his momma took his clothes and put them on the front porch in a pile
When he found his clothes sittin' there he couldn't help but to smile
You see he was tough as nails and had the hide of a crocodile
To run wild all over the land he was willin' to go the extra mile
For him the road became a place that was domicile 
There's no tellin' what he would do to survive or who he would beguile
When he looked at the world he saw it as something to revile

This is the story of 
J.Wiggy the Loon
The man wasn't born
 with a silver spoon
No No No
He was born to be 
struck by the moon
And left to be 
a bit of a Loony Toon

At nineteen he hit Hollywood and decided to unpack
When it came to hustlin' he had the knack
He stayed on Sun Set Strip pimpin' ho's and sellin' crack
Ready to bust the lip of a man for talkin' any smack
The other pimps and players coined him Baby Mac
Then one day he met a megalomaniac 
that played him like a jack
The man practiced the magic on him known as black
By going crazy like a demoniac
Then slippin him some whack
To rape his mind body and soul had become the mans way of attack
Little did the man know that heart was somethin' his victim didn't lack 

As he got older his life became more and more surreal
To him the world just never had any appeal
and he never fell for any politician's spiel
He lived a life in which he had to beg barrow and steal
At times in the gutter he even had to pull together some weed to deal
Then have to worry about some knuckle head rockin' his boat off its keel
By coppin' some smoke off him then runnin' off to squeal
Even though he lived an unruly life and it was hard for him to feel
Since a child he believed in Heaven and the ways of Jesus to be Ideal
From time to time he even got on bended knee to kneel
And pray about things he felt he had to conceal

This is the story of 
J.Wiggy The Loon
The man wasn't born 
with a silver spoon
No No No
He was born to be 
struck by the moon 
And left to be
a bit of a Loony Toon