Mexicans of thug life

by emileigh   Sep 11, 2005


I'm a fighter not a lover and i like my color unlike bloodz I'm not used to that kotex cover I'm not a slob I'm not a flue what i am is a brownie and i say it proudly and i like the things i do so keep bringing your shit on me step left step right shit i cannot choose the things I'm saying are coming to be the truth if brown is such the wrong color to be then why isn't blue black red and all the other colors around me look at your arms look at your skin most of you are killing your own men the things i have to say are most likely true the things you have said are most likely through the things we have said or done will end us up with a gun

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  • 18 years ago

    by Angelicious1

    DAMN u got MAD MAD MAD skill. Andale pues come comment n vote my poems sometime.
    Alrato

  • 18 years ago

    by ElSmurf

    Ey thanx 4 the comments. Much love 2 u. I put u down as 1 of my favorites 2. Take Care

  • 18 years ago

    by ElSmurf

    Ey que rollo?
    I thought this rhyme was straight. Keep your head up holmes. *5*
    *ElSmurf*