Take yo'mafak'n hands
off me
& let me fuck'n be
you fuck'n pig
Uncle Tom
You ain't my brotha
sorry mutha
fuck'n fake-ass-sellout
nickel nigga
try'n to figga
out where you belong
you ain't strong
you ain't shit
& tell you what you can suck
my big black bodacious dick
ain't got nuth'n betta to do
than harrass my ass
matta fact whats that number
on yo'badge
why you even show up at this scene
try'n to confiscate my bag
of nicotine
I should make yo'ass bleed
for hender'n my
need
for
weed
here you want a hit
just play'n, you fuck'n bitch
I'll give you a hit
with my fist
full with this
Bud Light glass
or should I stick my foot
up your bacon smell'n ass
mak'n you you wish you
would've asked
for a damn vacation day
cuz you never should came
round this way
with your shiny badge
& blue shirt and pants
hold'n yo'night stick
with yo'crazy legal rants
Look man, take these fuck'n
cuffs off of me
I don't need to sit in this
small ass back seat
can you explain exactly what
you mean
cuz you can't be locking me up
for no dime bag of nicotine
Bad ass poem! Great poem about the truth too. Fuck the pigs!!!
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Man this shit was crazy, I don't know what side you standing on but this here, is crazy, good job on the truth.
A1