530 Poem by Rage'n Curtis
530
Rating: ★2.7
Just anoth'a day in the 530
system dirty
tripp'n off that cronic
high as'a comet smash'n to the earth
on the turf of'a smurf.
Dont need a 45
to survive,
my cuddys mobb deep
and we're on the rise
and its no F'n surprise
sport'n red and blue without no disquise.
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4/27/2024 9:08:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
thtz awsome i love the flow to it...10...