I sell loosies
On the strip
Flipping Jacksons
Into Grants and Benjamins,
Tax-free
At 6 five
And a few stones
Shy of a brick house,
My packs are stashed
Like mousetraps
On the block
Primed with nicotine
Beyond the naked eye
Pieces of me
Bleed broken
Between pores of kohn
Like colored inmates shackled in cells
To misdemeanors
Like selling loosies...
And I need mdi's
To breathe
When the air gets thin
Or when a chiseled arm is locked
Below my chin
For selling loosies...
And I'm kissing cement,
Gasping, "I--can't--breathe!"
On bay street
Bullied by black boots,
Blue eyes
And deaf ears
For selling loosies...
But don't tell that
To my future assassins...
Their sacred blue is immune
To my tainted black.
~ P
#ISellLoosies
(12/13/14)
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
I sell loosies
On the strip
Flipping Jacksons
Into Grants and Benjamins,
Tax-free
At 6 five
And a few stones
Shy of a brick house,
My packs are stashed
Like mousetraps
On the block
Primed with nicotine
Beyond the naked eye
Pieces of me
Bleed broken
Between pores of kohn
Like colored inmates shackled in cells
To misdemeanors
Like selling loosies...
And I need mdi's
To breathe
When the air gets thin
Or when a chiseled arm is locked
Below my chin
For selling loosies...
And I'm kissing cement,
Gasping, "I--can't--breathe!"
On bay street
Bullied by black boots,
Blue eyes
And deaf ears
For selling loosies...
But don't tell that
To my future assassins...
Their sacred blue is immune
To my tainted black.
~ P
#ISellLoosies
(12/13/14)
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