all in a rush. Looking like small black things at first blush. Suddenly they stop making you wish for a cop. but this is no time to fish. But to no avail, you must make your stand make them think you're just a regular man. They look you in the eye you see. First there was one now there are three. Rushing in, all around trying to push you to the ground. I tell you this all is all true. But this I tell you is very clear. Letters make; glocks, knives and other ghetto gear. Dance to the letters you must. The piper is calling, with fetters to earn your trust. Straight into your heart I tell you they go. but you must play your part in order to resist the flow. I hope the meaning is clear. I tell you, you have much to fear. Jeffrey c McMahan 5-17-12 copy right |
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