X-Men

John21

Slow and discreet is how I move my feet, I step in trumpet thru urban streets. I don't slang or bang, it's an incognito thing. A enigma or puzzle that's intriguing to the brain. Maybe a villain or vagabond or secret agent man, although thought to be in cahoots with drug dealing Colombian. You see the images of a ruthless gangsta small minds must abort, the images of campaign thru murders of all sorts. I am an X man, with brothers across the land, we fulfil the need od supply and demand. Now drugs is known as a way of life, pharmaceutical and alcohol, cocaine just alike. Should I be looked upon as a devil or one who deceive on spite, or one whom seek better for his wrong or right? 8hrs a day, 40hrs a wk, I can make over a hundred fifty Gs when my hustle at its peek. But I am the body, material and weak, if it's my head you want it's your government you seek....

  • Author: John21 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2017 22:54
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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