When I was Knee high to a Cadillac bumper growing up the way
I did I seen some Pimp shit as a kid
All my stepfather friends were questionable gentlemen
They all drove these lavish machines
I am talking about new Cadillacs, Lincoln's, Buicks
White wall tires convertible tops
Meant you were a true playa
All those things fascinated me as a kid
Watching all those gentlemen
Well groomed there beards were trimmed perfectly
Hair long they called having
A Lord Jesus
A permanent in shirley temple curls
Or 4 finger, finger waves like the ocean
That was called having a magic potion
Old school music glaring from your 8 track stereo
Earth wind in fire, fire in desire
Rick james
I grew up on
I use to watch women walk around with
Thongs and bras on
High heel glass pumps like Cinderella
But these weren't any type of ladies
These were whores
Beautiful girls
The kind you don't take home to momma
I seen them give pimps stacks of cash
They also called him daddy
This happens mostly every night
My first real encounter with a pimp I was 13
He had known my stepfather
So he said to me young pimpin let's ride
He gave me the grand tour of all down town
Where all the major playas hung
I seen nothing but new shiny rides
Cadillac's on vouge tires
With 4 to 5 whores inside
Pimps all around on both sides of the streets
People walking by clueless to what was going on
All the heavy hitters were giant goddy jewelry
Handmade of course
Low level pimps looked up to them like
They were Gods
I use to just stare with envy
Wishing I could be like them
I always said when I was older I would have
A bus full of whores so they could prays me
I wanted to be like my super heroes
Shakey red, Detroit slim, big lou, T-mack
I wanted to be something outrageous so I
Was recognized as part of them
As I got older times had started to change
So did people places in ideas
I changed right along with the times
Dope had started to take over
I became what they call a D-boy
A person who sells drugs
I had started selling to all the pimps
That has fallen victim to this game
I became the new God
The one everyone chased around
I had acquired that flare
That taste
That blow that raw
I had that hard that Richard Pryor
That ready rock that base
That pipe but its going to coast you
I drove a new Mercedes Benz with the custom rims
Tinted windows
When I drove passed you
You couldn't see me but I saw your pain
You thought to yourself that use to be me
I am the one who gave him that grand tour
When he was just 13
Don't think I can't tell what they are thinking of me
I know they have eyes on me
I am the new King
They are all Has been cluckers Dope heads
I got a lot of love for my fallen soldiers
They lead the way for me in my kind
I will never forget what I seen
How I grew up or what I have learned
I have changed a lot in the passed years
I have a different life style grand kids I wanted them to see
A different kind of me in for them to
Succeed as people
I will always remember where I came from
If I had to re-live life over would I change anything
Probably not I loved every minute
This is based on true facts
- Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 16th, 2018 15:46
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about me growing up in the late 70's in 80's. True facts.
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