Streatham starburger beatdown blues
by 
Cyberpoet 999
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Posted: Friday, October 28, 2005 Word Count: 124 Summary: this is a tru-life street poem account of me and my crew. my splelling may not be 2 good but its telling it like it is, not like it is'nt. Respect. Amd Peace. |
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
Moses kno' the score
His eyes is on the door
Could get shot down on da floor
But crack is very more
Ish
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
Noone gives a damn
'Bout the streatham burger gang
We'd probly go to hang
For our damn street gang bang
if capital punishment meant a thang
But society don't give a damn
Man.
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
City blocks is eyesore shocks
A night out here is just smoke more rocks.
2nite a bro is gonna get murdered
Cos ain't nuffin to do but eat burgers.
Why?
Why?
WHY?
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
Moses kno' the score
His eyes is on the door
Could get shot down on da floor
But crack is very more
Ish
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
Noone gives a damn
'Bout the streatham burger gang
We'd probly go to hang
For our damn street gang bang
if capital punishment meant a thang
But society don't give a damn
Man.
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
What you lookin at?
City blocks is eyesore shocks
A night out here is just smoke more rocks.
2nite a bro is gonna get murdered
Cos ain't nuffin to do but eat burgers.
Why?
Why?
WHY?