Turn that cap around,
Pull ya pants up over your ass.
Take that chain off ya neck
And quit acting like ya bad.
You don't know what I know,
Your wearing those dead man clothes.
The wrong color, in the wrong hood
Will get your fake ass popped.
Instead of a gangsta pose,
One surely could be closed in a box.
If you aren't slangin' or bangin'
Rappin' or singin' pull them dam pants up.
Infact why not leave that crap on the rack
And show some self-respect .
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Fools being Cool
Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 1:26 PM
Labels: new poetry
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