W.I.P

W.I.P

A Poem by Sayre

Just another day, out of bed into work
Nine to Five, Four to Ten
Looking for a place to lurk
With my my n***a Mr. Merkt
And his main squeeze Ortiz
While I go and pick up mine, Stephie Sirius G.

Not enough seats, in my red 96'
So we squish till we fit in his big blue box
Kicking up rocks, listening to the beats
Stompin all our feet, blaring up and down the streets

Middle of the night, two AM at least
Havent gone home and we just want to eat
Nobody in th crew wants some fast food to feast upon
Thug life, looks like we're gonna starve
Because there ain't no way in hell that we are stopping this car

Up late every night
Aint s**t to do, but relax in grass in the light of the moon
Talk to my girl, the only one in the world
And nothings bound to change if you keep smiling like that
Up late every night
Aint s**t to do, but relax in grass in the light of the moon
Chill in the car, laugh at every joke
When we're havin this much fun we dont even need to smoke

© 2011 Sayre



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Added on March 3, 2011
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Sayre
Sayre

Pinole, CA



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I am 17, as of this January [2010]. I live for the most part with my dad, and Visit my mom about twice a month. I cant really complain about much, my life has been pretty easy. As for everybody else, .. more..

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