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Aug 2017
Wear the streets as the color of your skin

Some mostly see the ghetto

Or a jungle,

Watch what happens when you call me monkey...

These fists!

But when you look upon me as a friend

(Open hands clap clap

Secret handshake)

What Ev's to the "man" you work for

Let's kick it in your whip

Have the bass bounce off our teeth

It's all good to see you too

Let's keep the good ripples lit

Smile positively genuine

Groove and rolling down the street

We mean no harm

Just

AX  

No body gives a ****

Hip to game

Hop over the chain

This is the future, can't deny me mines...

Better be quick with wit

The Smarts no ****

Yet true to thine shine

Living loving

Floetry...
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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