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Where the first candle was lit At midnight mass, You greaved forward the light And blessed the joint, Took a puff and inevitable Like the cries of the kids Chasing the raspa man, Said puff puff pass. Over summer 95 with An eternal cusp of weathered Youth we drove the neighborhood In the Accord I was given, At times I believe for graduating Jr High, your unbeatable design To get us laid was never like the fated quartet moon That you held in respect almost Soldier like.    Remembered C-5 Galaxy and the base we could never get into,     A roar of sunset glow and the Colors we flew for our street Wer more than the rainbow Could bear,    A spectrum of a place and Time that only A whispered gallantry when     You took that knife for me, Always the duo, Once alone, Taken with the ways of men.     I did nothing  with my Pano, the red handkerchief That all the homiez through In a sea of red, I swear I heard the Taps Being played by Carlos Santana, I took a breath and lay Out a cry,      One that still runs the barrio, Mi amigo, Once the road in a present dream Taken like the winds And a memory's glance,     You are there And I still, My Friend,       Westside intangibles.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
Westside Amigo
Where the first candle was lit At midnight mass, You greaved forward the light And blessed the joint, Took a puff and inevitable Like the cries of the kids Chasing the raspa man, Said puff puff pass. Over summer 95 with An eternal cusp of weathered Youth we drove the neighborhood In the Accord I was given, At times I believe for graduating Jr High, your unbeatable design To get us laid was never like the fated quartet moon That you held in respect almost Soldier like.    Remembered C-5 Galaxy and the base we could never get into,     A roar of sunset glow and the Colors we flew for our street Wer more than the rainbow Could bear,    A spectrum of a place and Time that only A whispered gallantry when     You took that knife for me, Always the duo, Once alone, Taken with the ways of men.     I did nothing  with my Pano, the red handkerchief That all the homiez through In a sea of red, I swear I heard the Taps Being played by Carlos Santana, I took a breath and lay Out a cry,      One that still runs the barrio, Mi amigo, Once the road in a present dream Taken like the winds And a memory's glance,     You are there And I still, My Friend,       Westside intangibles.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
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