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Rhymes Locked Right


ain't know love in this Mother Fucker when you put me to the test you'll get a fist not going to stop until you drop there will be no tears in the end took my pistol off then cocked it making my way about my business they'll be no witnesses to this homicide I know this Mother Fucking game is locked wait I got to pray but he put his hands in my face stay true to yourself Fuck the dumb shit you think I'm under a lot of pressure some say life has no meaning no meaning we were all born to die so stay your screaming mean while on the South Side of town rolling through the mother fucking hood what do you see now we got to deal with the survival things never cracked under pressure cause i was raised for combat never mother fucking love for fools cause you sing the blues recognize a real G from the streets rap us up a fatty cause we got to keep this game swing leave you stomach open to keep your case chosen one, two, three one, two, three.. sitting at the stop light looking at Ho's roll out to the bitch to say what's up gave her some game now I got that bitch called me hommie told my hommies its on got a few honey's say they want to moan now there bringing weed sit back & follow my lead hung up the horn & the horn was alive take one of those bitches to the slaughter hole told my hommie play it down cause your acting like a fool I grabbed her ass in the back & she hit me alive believe me when your down at your pad hoping that you won't loose your cool we can roll to see the sights take down tonight an open and shut situation cop got capped they want to change the situation vibration, temptation aggravation boys got a magazine yet don't know how to act hommies make me sick sucking on the devil's dick can't stop blowing up the charts tight stay alone starring at my room looking at candles at night I can't sleep but I got my candle stick burning cause the hommies that I thought I had use their money for their new cribs day by day is impossible to cope think that i'm the one doing dope one time for you mother Fucking mind roll my top in my hard hat I'm not your average mother Fucker chained through the sleave got these rhymes locked right
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Mario Vitale has written well over 1,000 poems toward his platform in creative writing. His main ambition is to receive a poetry contract. He looks up to present poets John Ashbery & Major Jackson for their contribution to the arts. Vitale studied theatre at Central Connecticut State university in New Britain, Ct. Presently you will see Vitale's poems on the world wide web such sites as Wrterscafe, Neopoet, Starlitecafe, Poetrysoup & Allpoetry.com He appears in anthology's, magazine articles and editor choice award for poetry. Facebook has been an outlet for Mario Vitale in connecting to family & friends.

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