jay lowery

84 Hoover - Poem by jay lowery

Crippin, Crippin, Crippin..84'z Never Slipping
6 riding,5 Riding
Smoking Weed, Drive 6ys
Who Dies? Another 6anger
Mama Crying, Daddy's Dieing
Cause Of A White Drug
Phone Steady Ringing, Yes It's A Plug
6lue Flag Hanging, Steady Mobbin
No Money, So Now Im Robbin
OG Needs That Paper
No Paying For The Ass, We'll Just Rape Her
Ohh Shit, Here Comes A Piru/13
Load Up My Clicc, Now I'm shooting 13
84 Hoover, Is Who & Why I Did It For
I Just Hope God Forgives & Let Me In The Door
Who Riding? Crip What Chu 6anging 84
All Day 4ever Til My Casket Close

Poet's Notes about The Poem

My Gang Experience.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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