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by literati 

Posted: 01 June 2004
Word Count: 128
Summary: Another assignment from Wozzie!

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Urban assassin.
Ya look inside yo skin,
donít like the shape itís in,
whatya doin?
Ya sure eat a lat,
growin big an fat,
while many get nat.
Killin ya boody.

Urban assassin.
Whadya tink?
of all the estinc,
ya gotta stop; blink.
Cravin an trashin,
stalkin and gassin,
shoutin an blassin.
Killin in blood.

Urban assassin.
Creatin strife,
wieldin yo knife,
takin out the wildlife.
Shootin the breeze,
fellin they trees,
doin as ya please.
Killin our hood.

Urban assassin.
Usin bad fuel,
no chance renewal,
it aint cool.
Makin dat plastic,
tink it fantastic,
aint nothin elastic.
Killin it good.

Urban assassin.
Spoilin da air,
got no care,
give us a scare.
Look right it she,
look left it he,
stop; from me.
Killin this hood.

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Fearless at 17:50 on 01 June 2004  Report this post

A driving patois rhythm a'ning - liked it! Now, can you perfect the accent for a performance?


roovacrag at 05:31 on 02 June 2004  Report this post
Glad to see you have written another good piece.
Flowed well and word perfect.
Well done.
xx Alice

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