Monday, May 25, 2009

Canal Street Slag

My thirst consumes me as I venture out
Within my vest I begin to doubt
Do I crave berries; do I crave stout?
Do I have the tools to pull this out?
Under the porch in the neighborhood
Community tools for the greater good
Retrieve the gat and pull my mask
Burst the doors I hear them gasp
Empty the drawer into my bag
Grab my drink and quick to slag
Meet my boyz out on the streets
Share with them my bountiful treats
Left behind two bloody shells
Teach them to say no to Luther Spells

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