X-Men

Slow and discrete is how I move my feet. I step in trumpet thru urban streets. I don't slang or bang, it's an incognito thing. And enigma or puzzle that's intriguing to the brain. Maybe a villain or vagabond or secret agent man, although thought to be in cahoots with drug dealing Colombian. You see the images of a ruthless gangsta small minds must abort, the images of campaigning thru murders of all sorts. I am an X man, with brothers across the land, we fulfil the need of supply and demand. Drugs is know as a way of life,but pharmaceutical an alcohol, cocaine just alike. Should I be looked upon as a devil?, one whom deceives on spite? Or one whom seek better for his wrong or right? 8hrs a day 40hrs a wk, but I make over a hundred fifty Gs when my at its peek. But I am the body, material and weak, if it's my head you want it's your government you seek