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Pride p.t. 2

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade

More of the pride I seen.

Submitted:Jan 7, 2007    Reads: 120    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Peeping stuff,

Is what makes me dangerous,

One minute I'm chill,

The next,

I 'm pulling steel an complete strangers,

I'll make you no body cats famous,

You'll minors,

I play the majors,


I'll patch you eyes like them Raiders,

Bobbing your head like you feel this,

Don't fake,

I'll invade and raid you matrix,

Money grows on trees,

Like leaves,

I got my sons to rake it,

I'm a money rapist,

Aggresively I take it,

You got drama for me,

Save you life and save it.


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