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Red White and Who

RED, WHITE AND WHO? I was raised amidst thieves, thugs and rats Not the rodent, I’m talking about snitches I grew up next to the rotten, rebellious and the skinny one is always called “Fats” I was brought up by Broadway, by boosting and a bushel of b*ches Ain’t nothing new to me, where I now exist I am immune to the horrid places I go There’s so many places I hate it’s too long a list Suffice it to say that I know that which I know My father was fifth avenue whereupon the rich dwell And my mother was Madison Ave. where only the chic congregate Both of my parents gave me a map straight to hell And that’s why I don’t even have time to hate Thieves were my tutors, and my teacher was other people’s blood Yet I saw angels above my head revealing what I needed to hear Listen, my friend, I fear boils, locusts and flood But I’ve tried to dissipate and mitigate all of my hate And then you ask me why I have aching f*****g feet Because I wasn’t raised up I was dragged up and honey, that’s for true And there are certain people and relatives you don’t want to meet But fret not for I don’t fear the government, I don’t fear the law and I don’t even fear men in blue © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

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Date: 11/9/2011 11:53:00 PM
Fear No one. Especially since we figured out who made the crack...it's the suckaz with the badges and the blue jackets. The ones who kick the innocent with ill feet, yeah the cops with the rope chain walkin the beat. I was born in punami tsunami on 8th and forty Duece! Got kicked outta Edward R. Morrow down on Avenue L. Screw the Fed. Bilderbergs and Build a Bears with the Money and the Jet black pubic hairs.
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