W.I.PA Poem by Sayre
Just another day, out of bed into work
Nine to Five, Four to Ten Looking for a place to lurk With my my n***a Mr. Merkt And his main squeeze Ortiz While I go and pick up mine, Stephie Sirius G. Not enough seats, in my red 96' So we squish till we fit in his big blue box Kicking up rocks, listening to the beats Stompin all our feet, blaring up and down the streets Middle of the night, two AM at least Havent gone home and we just want to eat Nobody in th crew wants some fast food to feast upon Thug life, looks like we're gonna starve Because there ain't no way in hell that we are stopping this car Up late every night Aint s**t to do, but relax in grass in the light of the moon Talk to my girl, the only one in the world And nothings bound to change if you keep smiling like that Up late every night Aint s**t to do, but relax in grass in the light of the moon Chill in the car, laugh at every joke When we're havin this much fun we dont even need to smoke © 2011 Sayre |
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Added on March 3, 2011 Last Updated on March 3, 2011 AuthorSayrePinole, CAAboutI am 17, as of this January [2010]. I live for the most part with my dad, and Visit my mom about twice a month. I cant really complain about much, my life has been pretty easy. As for everybody else, .. more..Writing
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