Not Much A Poem....Diff-e-Rent...P
t 2 Cumin Ah Guess

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    Not Much A Poem....Diff-e-Rent...Pt 2 Cumin Ah Guess

    Jah Kno It Hot, Like De Fuking Sun Drawing Closer 2 Earth..Or Wah...Wey D Fuk Is Dis...Neways
    Chex Dis Allyuh, So I Went Out Side 2 Chec Herb Man Kerby Aka Trix..Tru D I Full Ah Trickz Wen It Cum 2 Selling Weed. Plus Him Ah Half Breed Part Trini/American

    Me: (Knock Knock...door opens) Hi Moms is Kerby Home.

    Moms: (shouts) Kerby, Get Yuh Lazy Ass Off De Couch I Doh Kno Wen Yuh Go B Ah Real Man n Stop Sleepin D Living Room n Start Payin Sum Muda Cunt Bills Up In Here....Look Blaze Out Side 2 U...N Ah Hope Is Not Ganja Yuh Selling...Cuz Ah Will BLAZE Up Yuh Backside.

    Me: Trix Wahz D Scene Bredren...Well Yuh Don Kno Wey I 4

    Trix: Damn Son Y U Gona Cum Dis Early Waking A Nigga Up..C U Got Moms Trippin On Me N Shit

    Me: (quietly) Sorry Bout THt Nah...U Got Any Hi Dro

    Trix: Yea HoW Much..

    Me:  Lemmi Get Ah Pound

    Trix : Where Ur Money At Son Dont Let Moms
            See U Giving Me Cash...Holla @ he Round Da Back..

    Me: Wrd

    Trix: Here U Go  Son 1 Pound Of Da Finest Dro Around Tha Way.

    Me: Yes Iyah Tht Me Ah Tlk Bout...It Smelling Ripe Man.

    Trix: Iight My Nigga Jus Holla U Kno Where U Got It 1st...N Yo Stop Cumin So Fuking Early Damn!

    Me: No Probs...Bless


    I Now Heading Bac Fuh Home...Cyah Wait Tuh Get Mah Hands On Dis Dro...U Kno How It Goes Gotta Keep Mah Eyes Low..Shit Out Of D Fukin Blues Da Babylon Pulls Up...N My Dumb Ass Got A Pound Of Weed In Ah Book Bag..Like Im A Student 7:30 Dis Early Morning....Helppppppppppppppp


    Officer: How Are U 2day Sir

    Me: Im Good Jus On My Way 2 Class.

    Officer: N What Skool Do U Attend

    Me:(thinking).............Work?????

    Officer: Sir Did U Hear Me Correctly...Sir Ima Need U 2 Step Dis Way Pleez.

    Me:(thinking)..Damn I'v Heard Dis Once 2 Many...Damn Damn..Im Fuked like Halle Belly In Monster's Ball

    Officer: Im Need U 2 Show Me Sum ID

    Me: I Dont Have Nuh On Me, I Told U Im On My Way 2 Skool.

    Officer: I Heard U Da 1st tyme..But Wen I Asked Wat Skool U Took Quet A While 2 Answa..Den U Said Work..Which Is Sounding Like Sumtings Up.

    2nd Officer Intervents:(mean voice) Wat Are U Doing Out Here Dis Early...U Look Like A Rasta So I Know U Buying Or Selling Drugs

    Me:(Fuk Up Voice) How U Gona Judge Me Jus So...Man Fuk U Hull Yuh Muda Stink Panty Dutty Jump Of Compound Tusty Lookin Ass.

    Officer 1: Thts Way Out Of Line.

    Officer 2: Okay Thts It Turn Around Hands Behinde Back.


    Same Time Coco Puffs A Self Proclaimed O.G..Frm Around De Hood Passing Always Known 4 His Hot Temper N Aggression 2wards Cops...Homeboy Run Up On D Babylons Pull Out Ah "Gold n Silver 9mm n Blaze Dem Up Tuh Fuk. He Den Ran..I Was Still Moviin Dumb Ears All Mess Up Den I Decided 2 Run With Coco Puffs..Wait I Shouted I Got Sum Milk On Me....


        Pt 2 Cumin Ah Guess



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