i passed by barbershop
to see an old friend of mine
i noticed he got new pickup
black with flaming hot chili
sticker, teasing at the back
and a license plate 'jst4me'
i didn't ask, i just said 'hello'
he looks outside, he wants me
to know but i pretend i didn't see
instead i give him my cookie
sit down to have my hair done
and i whisper ' i want a hot one'
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