Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Think-Dont blink,
I’m Run-ing up the Block.
En Route in Pur-suit, 
Of I’M AN ON MY WAY COP-to
Con-cerned calls-ins,
Of Gun-Shots Fall-ing, 
On the  Corn-er of NO 
WAY and OF TELL-ING.

There was - then not,
The Sun Blot out,
Expo-sing Cops-Right
On the Spot,
Pressure run-ning 
On the block-Shootn 
Gat-ling snap crack-le and 
Pop a lot.
Slams  the  COPper shot, 
Straight out ya Pock-ets,
Like when the Slots are hot.
Nigga,Bed

Stuy
Knows-Me and My Glock
Hoes,
On way To save-no 
Cape nor pa-nty  Hose-Help
Broes,
Behind Those 
Save Our Souls 
right Now Un-der 
Dis-tress,
The Safety I Depress,
Spot Checkt  Alarm 
Yes,
No  Harm so I Guess This 
was a Test,
To see if the Real Ones,
 Will come out
With Their Guns.