Though It Really Makes Me Wonder?

Don’t ask me what I was

Doing watching that stupid ass

LIVE where this ranting fool

Busted out some anthology

On “Criminal Poetry”

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He finished reading and began

To ramble about how some men

Need to kill to provide for

Their families and all that.

Though it really makes me wonder?

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Has his homies Mother ever sold

The squad pills to make rent?

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Have his homies ever fucked

Someone up over a debt then

Went home to drink and sing?

Not out of some victory, only

‘Cause that’s how they lived.

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Has he ever had a homie get

Shot point blank in the face?

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Has he ever seen his junky

Homie take a shot without

Turning his face?

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Has he ever wondered how he

Was going to break into his

Dads house because he abused

Pills and might’ve overdosed?

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Has he ever seen his little brother

In a coma on a respirator after

Mixing Opana and Speed,

Unsure if he’d still be breathing

By the next mornings gleam?

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I wonder if he’s ever buried a

Homie who O.D’d in a Kaiser

Hospital bathroom stall?

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I wonder if he’s ever had a homie

Bury himself?

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I’ve never killed to provide

But I’ve stolen coffee creamer

And among the other strikes

On my record that makes me

A Criminal composer.

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I know why he chose that

Tangent and it’s because

He thought I was a window

Licking Charlatan.

Too bad I’m not spending time

In the bars cause I think that

Kind of shit is hard, or propped

Eavesdropping in a coffee shop

To sample life in tiny drops,

FUCK OFF!

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You think I say the things

I do for props?

Call 310 ask “who’s Shortstop?”

They’ll say “That nigga is a gangsta,

Real as fuck and respected for

Being straight up”

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I’ll tell you about any

Sidewalk where my shoes were

Scuffed; take it back to when that

Illegal chronic got puffed.

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I’m the one your chick thinks of

When she tunes in on the hub

To receive an autonomous rub.

Sorry if I can make her and the

Crowd produce more cum!

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Just remember one thing

You pretentious little cuck,

You can’t explain a single thing

To me about the world I

Arrived from.

Starting with the homie

Knowing exactly where he wanted to be –

In my garage, high on meth and PCP

While I just kicked it and smoked my weed.

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Though it really makes me wonder

If you watched ‘Friday’ before

Posting that ill-structured gibberish

You wasted people’s data with?

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