what He be On
written by Tone Swep
my hood was so dark, Noah's Ark was double-parked... like... flying with sharks in a Pacific Blue skylark... like... an addiction to Profanity… even my Cursive, it Curses... like... Dictionaries are Vanity items, for this ghetto boy wordsmith... like... been a man since I could stand. Which is why I can’t Stand not to understand... like... my Writing, enlightens Lightening. I hear the moonlight and thunder Fighting... over cloud 9... like... fast lanes crowded by Clouds on I-5... like... I love who She was, but Hate who she’s become... like... She's a stripper, but I don’t pay Cash to Watch Ass. I’d rather Watch my Watch Hands pass the time, to Father Time... like... I got money, but need a loan on Borrowed Time. just enough to Write this last line like a favorite Pastime... like... I heard the satellites are taking Photos, of N!99as in cornrows. should I pose from the Promos or seek shelter from the sweltering Heat... like… these critics, they want LeBron to straight melt in the Heat… like… if LeBron’s the King James version, Kobe must be the New Testament… like… of course, I like money. But it’s success that I’m obsessed with… money is just ass and tits, success is cul-de-sac bliss. studded wrist, married with kids… like that... like that... Tone Swep.... what He be On
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