Memoirs of An Old Thug Life
memoirs of an old thug life
first impressions last longer
lost in the sands of times
last impressions lives forever
penned in mind's of men
treasured in the rhymes of mines
engraved in the tombs pains
inscribed in the palms of history
tattooed in the art of fame
last impressions
edit
first impressions
last impressions
uneditable
end justifies
the means.
I did got the cracks
tightly close in racks
sold widely in tracks
Iron mouth spears
puncture foes fears
broken into pieces of tears
guys we want 'd' dough
but we won't weigh the load
of tomorrow's cold
as in pains unfolds
gold through nose
holes
cuffs round necks
laced
iron on fingers
rings
silver on tooth
blinks
Bold to the triggers
sold to smugglers
cold to fingers
In hood hidden faces
nude thumbs
eyes gazes
faced down
all for the money
one for the dough
few for the penny
.
life so chokes
I so broke
I .......coke
stamp my attitudes on my spears. Thorns
a custom
to my runs
my lyrics in verse
of my tears
no cares
I prose penned
my mind
of my kind
In poems
to tend
my dines
I sing, I pulled down fifties
In shades
Of phases
no selections tracks
all non perfections
these impressions
cold
cos' I know
I don't know
they live forever
but I won't
am done
even when am gone
Cos' I know if I did been given this
chance again I know I will live
a clean slate
but this impressions last
sure haunted my cast
even in my grave forever
Am gone.
Link 2 watch it on my YouTube channel
https://youtu.be/_eGamAscQSw
Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2021
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