Thug Life


His eyes said it all before he did,
posing hard with a melting smirk sliding
off to the side of his face

known to be more dangersome than
the average goon who had many
young dudes blasted out of space

Standing up tall
holding up wall
his aroma filled with Street’s

his spur rocked hard
making rigid egos limp
and crazily cry weak

he already tried to get away,
every few years he remarried
because he loved Her

to no avail, he is where he was
remade over, born again thug
baptized in the gutter

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