( Freestyle verse)

Thug theory
Hug bloody scenery
Vision blurry
Mission scary
Tug stripes
Carry protection
Clear problems
First law respect
Act like a bitch die a whore.
To the shore of life,
Snitches get stitches.
Fuck hoes no love.
Don't trust foes
Even if they kiss your toes.
Something goes for something.
Second law split blood.
Third law push powder
Don't ponder with foes
Don't buy luxury it attracts
Bad company.
No mercy for enemies
Deal with hard paper.
Hustle to build a castle
Ride fast rest in a casket
Every corner is your market
Your life is in a basket
Cops are after you.
Every day an army arises
Competition arrive
You won't be praised alive.
One wrong step you're life.
Death is your friend.
Hell is your merry
Stripes you'll marry.

By:Melvey koka(the surgical poet)
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Sonador (the dreamer)
© Melvey koka