Idols And Titles Poem by Fab Ricciardi

Phoney idols
Living up to their titles.
Names given to them
By ones they don’t know.

The pope of the street
You should hope not to meet.
The king of the ring
Just got pinched in a sting.

Now these idols
Gotta live up to their titles,
‘Cause in the big house,
They’re no bigger than a mouse.

Keep your nose clean
If you know what I mean,
Beware of the dangers
When talking to strangers.

The heat on the street
You should hope not to meet.
Fallen idols
Making up to their own titles.

“Bullet” just got shot,
“Jailbird” just got cuffed,
“Blade” just got stabbed,
“Assassin” just got killed.

Phoney idols,
Fallen idols,
Now trying
So hard,
To live up
To their titles