Down tha drain

               A book of poems

  Down the drain...In the words of Love:


Those Rico acts got em not wanting to be gangsta no more,

Last words he heard as a free man was "get down on the floor!!"

He suppose to get a pass because he did some charity work??,

But just last week he had his chopper out in the streets straight going berserk.

Picc a lane my nigga,  Is you rapping or banging?

You had the money, cars, and clothes but you couldn't keep maintaining.

Lots of talent in you, but your brain doesn't function too well.

Drugs and guns up in the mansion
And that shit is packaged for sale.

Stepping over a dollar so your ass can picc up a dime,

Like the detective on menace to society said "you done fucced up this time".

In the beginning the street corner was the spot to get you up outta the hood,

Got too big for your britches now you thinking you're Suge

You're considered a flight risk so you stucc, blame that shit on your fame

Remember they only see the pusher but really it's  the manufacturer's that them fuccers should blame.

Put yourself out on front street, now you're the first that they put in the cage

And lil buddy who y'all thought was solid is snitching on you , now you're all up in a rage

This may sound like I'm talking bout that nigga name thugga

But to be honest with you cuzzin I could be talkin bout ya brotha

If you've created a lane for you and your family to eat

Sit ya ass at the table and let them have those damn streets

Them people in that office are not as dumb as you think

Some niggas just get too big and get to thinking that their shit don't stink

If you don't talk about it, then how would a nigga know what the fucc you be doing

 Those perkys and that lean got all your hard work ruined

The code has always been don't talk on them phones

Now wire taps got em trapped and now you got a new home

Kids gonna suffer, your momma gonna be the one thats feeling ya pain

All that hard work to get on top now it's all down the drain......damn