CYCLOPS ROADA Poem by Baby RicochetI actually wrote something kids.Riding shotgun with a Cyclops Who's talking s**t at lights He rides a pimped out Escalade His sick rims rolling tight Bird dogging b*****s on the fly His player's wagging tongue He knows where all the good s**t is He's down with everyone Chews blunts between his golden teeth He hits a metal pipe His Cabin's full of booming bass The east coast gangsta type Cruise the streets with derelicts This town of dying light Where kids flip burgers in a pen or twenty years to life The crack w***e paradise night life of ethnic urban blight The world the Cyclops wanders in It was his birthright plight Cyclops one eye on the rear view A prowler's flashing lights The White Knights get suspicious of Cyclops out at night White Knights search for contraband Cyclops gives attitude They want to take his Escalade Cyclops to be subdued A filthy Cyclops isn't human or so the white knight said He pulled out his chrome revolver and shot the cyclops dead Cyclops dead eyed on the asphalt Blood pouring from his skin He wanted this one victory But white knights always win The limelight comes to fade away On lookers wander home Cyclops left to dead end streets Forever he will roam
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Added on September 7, 2014Last Updated on November 25, 2014 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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