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Poverty Shot Opportunity
Word on the street is,
Poverty shot Opportunity
Killed him dead
My ghetto homies said,
Poverty shot Opportunity in the head
Always feeling like he had the raw end of the deal,
Poverty could no longer keep his anger stilled
He had kept his cool for a long time,
yes Poverty did
But Opportunity always liked to shut the door
in Poverty’s face,
and disrespect Poverty’s manhood ...
treat him like a kid
Word on the street is,
Poverty shot Opportunity
Killed him dead
That’s what my ghetto home boyz said
I heard through the grapevine
that the final straw,
what made Poverty pull the trigger instead
He had caught Opportunity in the act,
fooling with his girl Misery in the bed
That’s what I heard from my hood homies,
that’s what my ghetto home girlz said:
Poverty shot Opportunity in the head,
and killed him dead
And all of my ghetto homies said:
Poverty didn’t try to help Opportunity,
he just watched as he bled
I heard that Poverty was smiling
as Opportunity begged
for a chance to live
Poverty sneered: “You always kept taking,
and you still want me to give
Opportunity pleaded for his life
But Poverty didn’t show Opportunity
any mercy that night
That’s what my ghetto homies said:
Poverty shot Opportunity in the head
Poverty bullet kissed Opportunity,
and killed him dead
Copyright ©
Freddie Robinson Jr.
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