You Crazy Like My Pops
Written By: D. Collins 5/19/25
There should be two impressions before leaving earth.
The mark of excellence, and those to whom you gave birth.
It's just something about it, that bloodline called kin.
That creepy Li'L feeling crawling under your skin.
No matter what they say the Fam is all that.
Keep guarding their six and watching their backs.
That's the only way to extend any bloodline.
If you're caught sleeping you're in the firing line.
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