313 Area Aria
Hush child,
give Mama a bosom suckled smile
Let me bathe you
sweetly in nursery rhyme tears
Hope to heaven
that it soothe your infant fears
Close your eyes,
don’t listen to the 313 area aria
drive-by lullaby
Snow White blue eyes
be spreading full moon wolf fright
Wearing a siren badge,
crimson bright Red flashing light,
she’s low Riding thru the Hood
Nana say that Po’-po’ girl
is just plain undercover no good
She packs a lean, mean Beretta
in her black widow hip-holster purse
Gat a 9-mil poisonous will ...
it always collects
the death-dealer inheritance bill
Little one,
I’m afraid to say,
she’s riding around tonight still
Close your eyes,
don’t listen to the 313 area aria
drive-by lullaby
Try not to hear
the nightly,
ghetto coroner cries —
The pavement pillow woes
of Black rose smothered sighs
Little baby,
it pains me to say:
Soon,
you gon have to open your eyes
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