Ba$ed on True Fact$ !!!

O.G. Tone

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 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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