Calabrese kinda day
Calabrese Joey the Clown
or Sammy the Bull either
way doing hits for the mob
attacking disabled mothers
for sport truly arriving at
the conclusion of where
to bury Anthony Ant and
his brother moving over
boundaries of Jamaican
snatch pulling home
invasions carried out
through the malice of
my wearing wires pregnant
for the Fbi buying weapons
and drugs from junk sick
African American officers
the twisted balance sings
me lullabies while I can still
hear my fetus heart beat
not fearing any man hence
I am not fearing you bully
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