Lazy Boy
Lean leaning against the wall,
Lazed dazed he makes hoot call.
Yo!
Mindless waits for car customers
Hopeless faith he’s just a runner,
Yo!
Goes through life with no anticipation
Has only a simplex salutation,
Yo!
Books were too hard to learn to read,
Looks and clothes is all he needs,
Yo!
One day he’ll rise up and be the man,
When the present drug boss is in the can.
Yo!
Flagged down a undercover cop
Cuffed and going to take the drop
Yo!

Gloom
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