Studio GangsterA Poem by Mario Vitalepoemyou think your a one of a kind but your naked and blind you exposed your groin to the nation's populace death row in comes the dope show you be shooting up the tracks hold in your own in the act blasting the Ajax boogy down to your socks kicking it with your hommies but you know they don't respect you Suckas like you all want to rap but you got to give them a mop you think it takes a man to make a baby well maybe
got a flash from your past going to make it blast stand up on your feet and beat the beats I'm true in what I do where as others haven't a single clue we have to ckeck it in gear don't you fear rap is where its at all the homeboys are giving me a heart attack your a studio gangster the image of a prodigy being set free flash from my past and my fame is getting bigger getting the news you sing the blues while watching Hill Street Blues
shooting hoops in the back of the yard playing spades getting to far open a bottle the sip on my forty cause in effect have you forgotten that we met loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips shattered dreams flirting through the means onto the extreme holding my own at the back yard pool as mister cool
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AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more..Writing
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