The Gangsta
His family had
no idea
what it was he
was doing every
night
his mother
stayed up late
watching the
clock
but he was
on the block
and his glock
he’d cock
and wait
for fresh
bait
and on his flesh
a tattoo
of his soul mate
and one day
the Lord he found
and decided
to exit the game
and they took
his life
and no one
ever knew
his real name
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