His Blind Date

He grabbed the all black timbs,
Yea figured she like the solid dark,
Zipped the matching black hoody,
The splash of red from his bro made it spark,
Well not a leaf from his family tree,
But together everyday every night,
How close can family be,
Everything was just right,
Smooth argument something real light,
Ended with "I'll pop u bitch",
Visions of tears, shovel n a ditch,
But Bro always hooked him up,
Like "meet my man shorty look him up",
They called her grim,
Odd name for such a bitch,
Claimed a lot of other men,
With Guns stress n more than an itch,
Ashame how she left,
Dressed in that same dirty robe,
her last name was DEATH.