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My gangsta pal
Contributed by
Mihiri
on
Saturday, 11th September 2004 @ 10:14:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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The thrill of a night out with the home-boys is on,
My friend goes nuts & in a flash he’s gone,
He’s chillin’ with the cool ones at a gangsta’s place,
He don’t know nobody, yet he grins at every face,
He sports a heavy chain with his initials carved deep,
He claims to be ‘hip’ & begins each sentence with a ‘bleep’,
He raps & he rocks with his friends who smoke *****,
If only he’d stop & think even for a bit,
No, he keeps hanging out with the dudes who’ve got bikes,
They don’t actually give a damn about what the hell he likes,
They push him around, yet he lets it go on,
He knows what he’s doing is completely wrong,
He gets offered a ride to a razz local pub,
He knows he’s under-aged, yet he gives the thumbs up,
His conscience is flat; it’s as good as dead,
He now ambles along wherever he’s led
Copyright ©
Mihiri
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2004-09-11 10:14:04] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My gangsta pal
(User Rating: 1 ) by Thivanka on
Wednesday, 29th September 2004 @ 01:06:41 PM AEST (User
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Your 'deep' write reflecting the 'pretentious' lives of SOME guys really impressed me! Who's is this gangsta pal of yours?
Nice Write!!!
-Thivanka |
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