Louis Brown Poet Rhyme

Will I Live To See Another 24

Will he rise up will he fall
He will ball, stand tall through it all
He will hustle until the man calls
All day everyday 'cause the game is plentiful
Will he live to see another 24

It's the corolation of the 'Hood Monarch'
nicknamed 'The Black Stallion',
He's the wickedest Don on the Island,
and he keeps his money pilin',

His heart pumps out of finagle,
he's all about his pesos,
he'll die to get richer
he picks sinful wealth over a halo,
because he thinks being broke
is crappy like throwin' trey 4,

Or maybe throwin' double 6,
he rustles chicks,
he gets vicious when trouble hits,
when on bubble licks he's 1/8th of a hustle clique,

Everyday he hears the street life callin' his name,
he repies, I'm a go
he feels he was born to play ball in the game,
and hunt for dough

He looks in the mirror & says to self
I'm a grind 'til I get mine,
he intertwines with life
and stays glossy like a spit shine,
his destination
he wants to make it big time,

So he buckles down as he's fightin' the blues,
he knows only God knows the outcome
so he tightens his shoes,

As he struts down the path for dough',
he feels the stress from the streets
but he knows his hustle
will keeps his pockets fat for sho',
it's plenty money in the game
so he scratches for mo',
wondering will he live to see another 24

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