Donte Trezevant

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Make room for the man
Who can barely stand
You walk by he smells bad
He used to have the moves
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Her Smile lights up rooms
Makes heads turn
His body urning
For her sight filled stair
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Terrorists

As the young man walks threw his streets dispersion
His brain rattled like it was urgent
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They creep in the valleys causing shadows of death
Kid tries to take a breath
Of the natural air fresh
Chokes on the CO2 fumes
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Make me wonder wat you got with your fredricks lingere
Lay me down and climb on me like u wanned it all day
Run your hands up my body and look me in the eye
Give me a surpriseI promise I wont judge
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He sits on his bed
Waiting
Watching out for his entourage
As his radio signals fled
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A sensual sight for sour eyes
Scratching my back out of her eyes she cried
With my camera on the dresser
My bed was her stage
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I’m speaking to the world you better listen
Eyes looking to the heaven they better glisten
Like the boy who spilled pissen
He missin
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The Best Poem Of Donte Trezevant

The Hustler

Make room for the man
Who can barely stand
You walk by he smells bad
He used to have the moves
He used to have the flow
He broke his feet in the guttah
Now his feet don’t go
Aspirations to go to college
Ever since he built that bottle rocket
7th grade science project
And it blew up in his pocket
He is the man that lies in the streets
It was life that hurt
Turned him to the streets
He lives there
Like a carnie in a fair
A circus maybe
But life aint fare
It never was
The life he faced
Was the one he chased
Off the block, n in his socks
He was found guilty of the game
His lawyer was the Streets
The judge was the cop
That put him in the box
His wife was the Hustle that sold his soul
To a pimp for her pleasure
But she didn’t get it in return
She got screwed over
The Hood is under
The Hustle is OVER

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