Mr You Know Who
You think you are so tough
You act rough
Your mannerisms are enough
Everywhere is your turf
When it comes to the beach and swimming, you don’t even know how to surf
Your diamonds say bling
You are playing the big and bad thing
You think you are like a pimp
Some see you as the Goodyear blimp
Contrary of your mind
Women no how to tame
You are just lame
You might act tough on the streets
Gangs are strong and they know how to bring you down to defeat
Your aim with a gun misses the target every time
You are gentle on the inside
Yet show exterior of power on the outside
Your demeanor tells a whole different story
You think you are in your glory
But wait
It will be shown that you are not tough at all
Power is what you think you have
You can’t control which you don’t own
You are acting full blown
The streets have your number
Be careful where you slumber
You are like an hour glass, your time is almost up
Mr. You know who
A total nobody
Copyright © Anthony Blake | Year Posted 2023
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