"The Coldest Night" Mon Sep-18-06 04:09 AM by empro
The events are somethin you gonna follow wit Times of livin' no time for givin A silver bullet...you gotta hollow it Conscious eating at chu inside, but you gotta swallow it
Down at the grave yard a drug fiend prays hard Asking to be forgiven for foul livin It's half past mid night at the house the midwife notices somethin ain't right Across the street a broken stop light caused 4 souls to take flight Up the block crooked cops knocked d-boys with small rocks Flashed glocks and threatened to pop em' The dealers palms clinched tighter and locked as the Jake's drove away They didn't take names... but lit their "China White" flames 5 stop signs down Out the window, a kid writing raps hoping for fame saw the squad car.. Pulled his weed from the jar and put it inside a fake Cuban cigar Not too far on the Avenue a crew is gettin ready to spar The reason was cuz up the street at the neighborhood bar... one nigga noticed a scratch on his freshly painted car People and padestrian drivers pulled over to look... The same cops were about to cook up the 2nd batch But before the fight could hatch Somebody lit a match inside a bottle and threw it The shit hit a dude from one crew on his forearm Cops threw the dope outside the car and rang their alarm But them niggas bought the farm A black Corvette bumpin the Alpine pulled out twin 9's Out the window and hit both officers in the arm and spine Them d-boys heard the noise and ran to see what was happening All that was there were camera phones picture snapping with drug fiends arguing and grabbing... Guns from holsters...Handcuffs and Billy clubs Belts and Badges Some even took random cop gadgets from the squad car Watching on the news....the rapper laughed and said "them dudes got their dues" As he pulled some coke from his jar The woman mis carried And the next day the two police men were buried The dope fiend at the grave yard's emotions varied After smokin another dose of potion, he rubbed in imaginary lotion Two days later he came in contact with the d-boys Started cryin before he took the hit and started flyin But was found dead at the crosswalk with the broken stoplight Result of overdosing'
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
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