you aren't playing you aren't free to say
Like ok little women when's the day it's ok chopper? Gotta spray
where he finna lay it's a overkill miss him then I pray, he isn't finna drill
it's my kill shoot at will you best be listening what the reverend says
I'm like hey it's big brother on his way better protect yourself better watch out for the things
can't care about what you felt
lay lay passageway to heaven that's just the 2-3 way
fade away, that's his leverage today goes ahead set a pick now
think I'm in his way ok, what you say chopper spray, these them bullets
anyway
Be the rakes it's ok now tell me what you rolling today
Know that I can't hate now
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Author:
Ja'Quan Shepard (
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Comments1
This poem speaks from the streets. It's spittin. Well done
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