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.:Ree-Ree Reinvented.edit:.
Last day and we were out; out of that mess
The State’s guest walkin a straight-line test
Crooked. Shadowy figures moving about
Next day, same route..
Stop & go. You know or maybe you don’t
Do eye know you?
Then reach or teach; it’s
Do what you gotta do
So we did the work around until it ceased
Early release; stayed humble chilled the bold
Took the slow roll through the toll
Couldn’t yet comprehend.
But we was sure it'd be round the next bend
Seems long ago like another place
Get down or lay down; that’s what we faced
Now Erased. Currently the style is into a different pace
Now there’s glaring and talking into boxes
Cameras where all the cops is
The Buzz…can’t find it. Didn’t think we’d mind it
Eyes wide open feeling blinded. We wonder who timed it?
The Clock…nah, we can’t unwind it.
Too many ticks & so many tocks
Not enough Freed-Men. Too many locks
Used to be “of the street.”
Seriously.
Then we pressed that "self-delete"
Gone? Somebody popped wrong
Thought we had followed right behind it
Wondering who'd chalk lined it?
Went from white bread to wheat bread now it’s bon-appetit
I take a seat and it’s Asian tacos
Where the fuck is Marcos?
The newness of it all; I’m wondering all about this?
The slickness. There’s a whole lot of added quickness
Time is crime and I’m a witness
This New Game looks to be a mistress
B - Well - kept hoe on the Dean’s List
B - Done - she got a gun and
She done switched this
Straight A’s going to what pays
Bigger than bad - this bitch
Larger Missions with colder incisions
She cutting’ it deep; real deep
See…this the thing
Where I was; was an absent of The Buzz
Couldn’t here The Creep
Grandma?
She always had sound intentions
Almond eyes. She put new spin on them dimensions
She was always familiar with G ‘Ma and her pitch
Pay toll - slow roll and…Scratch that itch
See Ree - Ree - Got Reinvented
But her faith? She never bent it
Shorty still out to win it
Baby Grandest daughter
She now The One
The one now overseeing the slaughter
Not so visible even in this place
A place where there’s only a few sons left breathing
No deceiving. Rumored there’s been a patterned Death
Now babies powder and change their own damn self
Pampered hugs; managing wealth
The Buzz, The Creep…it’s all about stealth
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photo. clancy214©
Published 31st Mar 2012
| Edited 1st Jun 2012
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