Elementary curse

lyrics by: Edward Fabela
Written on Jun 24, 2015

The wheels on the buss go round and round. I clown with the homies before i hit my stop. screech! dab dab i'm out i'm walking off. i thought hopefully i dont get caught for scheming phones of the show off's. Looking forward on schooling my boys in some soccer or basketball and if i get lucky spend time with my first love. Twisting the knob greeting my mom with a kiss and hug. Chunk my backpack on the ground and served my self a plate After i ate i asked. Hey mom can i go play? no son not until you're homework is done. After a 2 to 3 minutes arguing i gave up, fine okay. Sat back on the couch thinking contemplating on sneaking out to visit bae. Knock  knock! someone's at the door. With the biggest smile on his face, wass up cuz! you down to hit a lick? man it's what ever. Having no clue what that meant. I pictured a kickback or something of that nature. Mobbing down the sidewalk in to the neighborhoods with Lexus and Mercedes on their streets. Shhh! come on, ducking past the front door. nervous i pointed out the neighbors lights on. Ignored my comment, we proceeded to move forward. loosend up the lock then said here your turn booyah! we're in right before we cleaned out the crib.I suggested we move slow cause i hear gospel playing. Next thing moment of silence we froze after seeing a dozen chairs and a stand on an alter. Next thing, what we do still jacked a pastor. That's to show in this world everything gets payed for.

 

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Q. Ramirez commented:
Hitting a lick on a church is no payback nor to jack a pastor, nor anyone else. The next time you are asked to hit a lick better take a doobie and chill. Liked the poem though.

 

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