by Paul Martínez Pompa
I play it ching on in full length
mirors. Mad doggin' my reflection--
some kind of don't fuck with me
skin language. Rollin' hard on
suburban boule vards. Scare
the white off kids, teachers shake
their heads. Almost beggin' fora beat
down. Toy gun real enough
to fear. Step to the miror, pull out my
what-chu gonna do now?
Pray he backs down, punks out.
Everyone watchin, the gun
trembles in the mirror. Pistol whip.
He goes do wn. All the kids cheer
my head thick withe-g-0.
From:My Kill Adore Him
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Last updated February 24, 2023