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Dec 2018
A warrior, in my hood on the street
live the underworld, I roam quietly
with quick moves, I jack fools, rule on two feet
ghost cloaked in shadows to pounce silently

Since I first held a pen with my left hand
I shot fast like Coby in the Dream Team
no time for fun gotta run scheme the best plan
writing 'til hoochie mamas be screaming

Candy lips hollering for my attention
they are sweet poems I rhyme with pleasure
pen bodies with hard steel and affection
thank you fine ma'am for fun without measure

Life is too short, I live on borrowed time
Be mine tonight, tomorrow out of mind

Luiz D. Hood
© 2018
Written by
Luiz  36/M/LBC
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