Project Blues...

Hanging out on my front porch in East Capital 

dwellings on the SE side of town as we sip on a forty

and talking about who got smoked the other night... We 

all got them Project blues! Summer now finally 

here we roll up them tiny trees... Puff Puff and 

then passing it around and you better watching out 

for them five O clowns... cuz no body will care if 

they should happen to beat you down. Man, I got them 

project blues! We are all sad because Mike got smoked 

over some silly trick just last week. Man, we got them 

project blues! We just found out Paul got the package 

and he don't know how much longer he might have to live? 

Man, I got them project blues! My Momma just got laid off 

from her job down at the U Street grill... Guess its 

back to food stamps for us this year? Man, I got them 

project blues! This ain't no joke growing up in a hell hole 

like this and its really bad if you just so happen to be 

born a young male... and God help you if you are black. 

Man, have I got them project blues!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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