Baltimore City is running out of yellow police tape and chalk making grow men run jumping gates.
If you do…. that’s your ass in a sandwich bag. Toes neatly tagged up by white cold rose men.
THERE WILL NEVER BE A END!
True blue and red, blue and red riding through the hood up beside you. Hungry and blood Thirsty nomes with helpers surrounding you. Taking whatever is reliable. Please… They don’t ask for license and registration. Never run off because they don’t do no chasing.
Explaining the other side of what you never see on t.v. Is hard for America to understand. A nine year old boy broke into a house. Stole a gun… Shooting every thing up. The poison they’re feeding yall. They’re feeding us…
DON’T TURN AROUND IN THE DARK!
Anybody on the street asks you a question or has a Hoody on over their heads. Don’t say anything back if they speak. This is my only warning. Mind your own… Keep on going!
THE ENDLESS HUSSLE!
Wet razor blades with crack cocaine residues. Chopping away at the eight ball on the glass table. All around…. Gunz are loaded. No Jehovah’s witnesses ever knock on these doors at ten in the morning or closest of closest kin will be morning.
DUSK IS ALWAYS HEAVY! I FEEL SMOTHERED!
Give me some air! All in a plastic bucket. So I can divide it amongst my brothers in company…