Fuckery two-poetry on the streets
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This is all rights reserved///off the 100 poetry album in the making.... (Mild explicit contents)
See that’s why I don't like fucking with you, look at all the shit I have to go through, can’t walk down the street sensible with you, ,,I need that money to come thru, making you hot, pull off my socks and act like my feet hurt, what’s next ? Throw on a skirt? you gone pull some kinda slick, slick, move and turn on me too, I’m thinking I better not fuck with you or crack cocaine boo , been twenty minutes he aint back yet, I guess he went to get that crack sack, he said his girlfriend's house is where it’s at ,first he said his aunt too, now no tennis shoes. negro I'm down at my low, two dollars for this train when it's time to go, not only is he messing with my time he messing with my money, .now Adidas flip flops are part of the deal instead of shoes for real ,but was that true, that’s why, I don't be rolling with them hood dudes, no telling what you gone get into ,and they lie to much too, don’t matter, just because he almost have eight thousand dollars of diamonds and gold's in his mouth ,don't mean he true, a lot of hustlers are liars too, I try to keep it true, even when shit don't come thru, Fuckery two, bottom line aint fucking with you.

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