Street Corner Secrets
Pssst ... hey, kid!
I got some gold watches for sell
Prices so cheap, that you can’t tell
Some deals are so sweet,
that those secrets you gotta keep
Nobody has to know,
it’s just between me and you ...
Keep it on the down-low what you do
What’s my name you ask,
well, that’s the thing
You never want Five-0 to jam you up
when they make a sting
So the less you know,
the better it is for you
Nothing gets revealed,
if you don’t know
who you was talking to
Street corner secrets,
sold for whatever’s in your pocket
No receipts are needed,
provide no names for a court docket
Nice doing business with you, kid
Just remember: all the best deals
are top secret hush-hush
Put a zip on it, shut the lid ...
Don’t tell nobody
where your golden goose is hid
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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