My Father
ELEGANT STYLE. FINGER NAIL FILE.
EVERYTHING in its rightful PLACE. Everyone knew he REIGNED SUPREME.
NO CONTENDER. this BIG SPENDER? THEY OBEYED his rules. He wore his SNAKE
SKIN. Ankle high BLACK BOOTS. ALRIGHT NOW. EVERY WORD HAD STYLE.
HIS SWAGGER MADE FROM SUEDE.
NO PRETENDER. THAT WASN'T his GAME. HE PLAYED IT real, real COOL. THAT'S
THE TYPE OF CAT HE WAS, AND EVERYBODY KNEW WHEN THIS BAD DUDE WAS
IN TOWN. THEY'D walk a CHALK LINE JUST FOR THAT SHORT TIME. NOBODY
KNEW HIS NAME EVERY BODY PLAYED HIS GAME.
THIS MYSTERY MACK DADDY STILLED THE NIGHT. NO ONE else seemed to harness
Those SKILLS, not even til present DAY. Once THERE THEN GONE. THE BADDEST
MAN ON THIS SIDE OF TIME.
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2014
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