hair slicked back upon his head
eyes that can penetrate the dead
Ebojo stands six feet five at two twenty five
this cat ever pounds your face you won't be alive
but for a big man he's got a very tender side
the lady's they all smile and flirt
with that man they'd get down in the dirt
Ebojo he's got a lady he holds fancy
Char lean be her name not nancy
Ebojo for sure he ain't no fool
had sixteen years of education and school
he struts down ths city streets dressed to kill
smilling at the lady's while giving the kids dollar bills
they say someday he'll be a city boss
then for sure Ebojo you won't want to cross
(c) 1977 karl Von Stolz
Reason for writing:
wrote this about a guy that ran and won an election
in a big city.NOT HIS REAL NAME
Birth sign: Not entered
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