Don'T You Know
(in Memory of Dwight A. Myers)
("HEAVY D")
Ah-nah, not Heavy D, say it
ain't show
The baddest brother that ever
lived, how could he go?
When it came to RAP, Man, coiuld
he blow
And, how the lyrics, from his lips
would flow
It was as if he were a natural-
born Pro
Who, in turn, could put off quite
a show
Now, for him, does 'the Sweet
Chariot Swing Low'
There could NEVER be another
like him, Don't You Know
Copyright © Karin Edwards | Year Posted 2012
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