Poem -

Gang Talk

Nidda

Gang talk 
Gang talk 
Gang talk
Man that gang talk
Has murder 
On a rude rage
Player dead
Gang talk
Has phased 
Another
For real
Twenty seven
Years
All the judge 
Wanted to hear
You rite 
Gang talk
Who me
Trying too find some snacks
Man for real
Dude she back
Who 
Gang talk
Yes
An she 
Still
Fine as A zoo boy
Faces two
They took
My blood
My heart
My body
To a different 
Land
Judges
You 
Will never kill this man
Moves wit
The big toe
Give me
That juicy
All plus
Fan of pxxxy
Im 
Putting
200
On red cake
Top is the ceiling 
These gators
Sit on sailing 
Foreign card
To the nils bard 
Friends
Im out
Until the end
Slide in
On that steel
Like
Yeah
Laughing binge 
Man what’s the deal
Scratch on head
We don’t do lobbys
Activity submission 
Then good deking
Bae
Soul food
Another sit
Done by bivid
Bing 
Thats it
Scooch
Really
Its not all blow
I don’t want 
Grits
Dont start 
That sit
You pregnant 
Well
Who is the baby
Look your body soft
If you got 
A few years
Wear my clothe
Leave me alone
The days
That you blame
Knowing that
You the one
Thats is wrong
This says nothing so i
Improvise 
Slang
Keep it chlorine 
Its just keeps killing
Study
Hey pretty 
Spit 
Diminish 
On my kids
I don’t know
It keep jammin up
Forget I’ll 
Get that squid
Zipper jewels
Foul cooks
The music stopped
The clouds
Get thick 
Buddy
Sugar
That piss on yo throat
Baby killed opp
Pressed snail
Seamen 
For a coat
Nie
That’s the other court
Yea
For the women 
Melt the streets
Pour them in a sup up motor 
This boy
Burnt us up in a house
Stop
Yeah
Im serious 
Man
Life is beautiful 
Been those knees proper 
Polish An coke
Hold it doc
The symbols 
Are still going
I finessed 
It
Yeah
The that leaf
It probably 
Smoked better
If I fell back
Loving all
My family 
But they all
Dont love me
Look at that  G
Holy
Cuticle laser
Back to
Glitter urine 
I pick em
Off the jaw bone
Now 
Thats a double kill
She came
Rip visit dawg
Slap sat in
That diamond 
Player it been framed 
Stop an look at me
No fright gang 
Same outfit
Is that the church
Slang that head back
Please 
Quote me again
Stretching for this hottest
Drank
Rain on a hawg
Listen for its squelch 
Needle an thread
Says nothing
For that other bag
Too
Not to do it
Its too hot
Hard bottom
Slit 
If i
Knew how
To
Burn it
I probably do a hundid
Kitten plays
An
Superstitions 
Microwave
Gumbo
A
Exact temperature 
Too take a picture
Please appear 
I sit here
Thinking
Im never leaving 
Do so
And I’m done
This one
Had the transpo
Knees ha hands
Down
You will find her
In that directional positional zone
Stomp
Let your table 
Know 
Its what ever
Does any harm
Forget the alarm 
That prayer
Had begun
Rose that juice
You desired an needed 
My hand remains 
Where you want it
Us both
Often gone
F the letter
Where is home
Sync
Had a plan
An found this hunger
Patting ground
Putting away the blood
From the newest wound 
My voice 
Finding years are gone
The room is a pin
For another 
The chatter haunts no being forever
Double crossed 
Make the switches 
Look who this
Ready too get Shot down
Im so forceful
In my insane
Do more
When you beg 
For this
Mother upmost 
Father is so low
Taste the percentage 
I must be silent
My eternity 
Is be
An everywhere
Those addresses 
Is the olny
Reason
They are descending
Bring the first lesson
The fireplace 
Is the entrance 
To the staircase 
Hunt
Two three days
For a hot 
Club
You know what I’m saying
Find this 
In a juint 
You got scissors 
Im time
A heart ripper
Vac this milk 
It’s hard
Too
Believe your mama
Made you
Shhh
A man
Makes its paper
Fresh 
An change the conversation 
Partner
Its your business 
Im empty
On where you hang
Drop strong 
It not need
Touch my floor
We insane
Lil daddy
I left that
Way 
Whose door 
Relax
I know
Its candy
Whats
Frizzin my braids
4 minutes
Seem
Like
4
Years
Hea ven
Street 
Is where we will meet
Board vips
O yes
Who keep the rite holmes
Sugar 
Percentage every year 
Stamp money
On wifey 
That’s the porch
O yes
Popi chocolate 
Dont bass out
Nxgga
How I feel at this hour
Stacked
The photos
Made it 
Even the popo 
Got one fool
Aye
Before I turn 
The fan off
Im a
Bless the blunt
Im in 
The studio
The first
Three minutes
That gal
Knees
Get weak
Vanilla 
Running 
Down
Those hills
Bra
Reverence 
Explore the waters
Pop in back
You waited
For the amazing

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