Don'T Be a Stranger (Part Ii)
(Dedicated to Mrs. Regena Abercrombie)
Although, I am wasn't Exactly, a life-style Changer
Did I ride, shot-gun like O.J. in a Speeding ranger
On the brink of SUICIDE, putting My life in danger
After being adorned like the Babe Christ, in a manger
When you REPEATEDLY warned Me, Not To Be A Stranger
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