Tribute to the Saint-P son

Добуду Яд
You show us the real life,
How to fight against five,
Using fists but not a knife,
Stay alive in this hive,

Streets are nearly outlaw,
This is fact that you must know
Try or die extremely slow
Never run-your speed is low,

All your words we take for sure,
Fakes are no more in secure,
Flow is running chrystall-pure,
Ragga thug's shit is a cure

Your voice is a fire,
Immolate a lier,
Wanna be self-higher?-
See my true desire,

Bitches run in fear,
When thug is somewhere near,
Don't be silly, dear-
Your redeemer's here!


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This poem is based on every idea, every type of mood, every monologue to my inner-part, that appears after listning any song of Jambazi Thug.


© Copyright: Добуду Яд, 2012
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