35 Dollars (Year+ Old)A Poem by Rufio The Jedi
My f*****g wallet I had like thirty five dollars in that b***h That’s a new pair of vans Like two dope a*s shirts F**k, that’s an AK in Plus two extended clips Held by some kid Who’s ruthless Toothless Eager to use it Cause while we living Mo’ money Mo’ problems They living Mo’ money More clips Hollow bellies Hollow tips Abused hips Tortured lips Body pits Broken bits Give a f**k about your color Them boys is hunting Green Shells And Magazines Shouting Viva la c.r.e.a.m So robbing’s just apart of the game Nobody’s in it for fame So who’s the blame When the lion’s untamed When the lion is hungry And oppressed out of money Can’t even flare its nose Cause it’s nostril’s are runny And there hops a bunny I mean, there hops you AK to your dome Your donation’s withdrew Cause there’s no payday loans When the payday’s gone And no mortgage payments For a rolling stone For he sleeps where you walk Your ground is his home So your floor is his ceiling Justification for killing Does hell have no fury When your god isn’t willing? So is it a hopeless existence Or a means for resistance Cause them boys is relentless With no means of assistance Just look into their mind Cause their eye lids are squint less
© 2008 Rufio The Jedi |
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