momma's callin' me don't let that street light hit you battling my fear dogs barking and gunshots in the distance the smell of seasoned beans is calling me it's dusk i'm 13 my Huffy skretches to a halt near the porch littered front yard transformers and Joe Patrick Glenn is engrossed in t.v. "KnightRider" no doubt he get's things his way being the baby and all spoiled baby and all i still love him but............ me thinks his dinner will be visited by friends (roaches) Cedric Pharon and I plot enormous humor awaits enormous consequences await an enormous ass-whippin' awaits Vietta's favorite belt. Hey, this cornbread is aiight! Cedric got my LA Dream Team tape I'ma fix him but after he gets back from the doctor on Tuesday Asthma Patrick, here eat this. I can't wait til the 1st, cause then I'ma get Cookie Crisp and Lucky Charms and when my daddy sends momma the other check..... No momma, I didn't put that in Patrick's food................
Reason for writing:
Those of us who grew up poor faced
similar problems of those who did'nt
the thing is we all grew up
and we all remember when
Birth sign: Virgo
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