Hood Red Poem by diara armstead

Bright red rugs and bed sheets,
Blanket and pillow cases,
Shose and laces bright red
Skurf, bling, and wored robe
Just dont call me a blood though
I don't bang no duece duece
I'm from the bottoms 3's movin'
My blood flows a true blue
But leaks out a dead red
I rep. Wes Side Lowend Drc cuhz
Yeah cuhz is what you just heard
That word has been in my vocabulary
Ever since i could remember
Cuhz flows through my veins like
A leathal fuckin' drug, true true
Don't call me a slob third or
Ima have to merk you and
Get through your little brain
That you're in my hood, yeah that's fasho'
Where it's BK all day and
Trust we don't play
Im not a fool nor sane
I'll crush you, beat you
I'll chew you up and spit you out
Like never before
I love the color red
So fuckin' what cuhz
That don't make me a blood
Trust