When The Crips Cry Poem by Cmack Estevez

The streets are hard.
Enemies are trying to take over our turf.
What we should do?
Should we kill or fall?
This is what it sounds like when the Crips cry.
I say hell no.
WE ride with our enemies.
We kill and fight if we have too.
Screw the System.
Screw a Slob
Screw a corrupt Pig.
This is Crip for life.
Thug Life.
Loyalty
Restoration.
When the Crips cry we die.
When the Crips cry we lie heartless victims.
When the Crips cry we end up on a shirt rip.
We won't become extinct in our turf.
We ain't losing to no red slobs.
Us fight to the death.
My death wish is living to see my legacy.
My death wish is to lock and keep my words of not leaving my locs.
Never leave a Crip behind.
WE stick together.
WE ride together.
WE bomb on our enemies.
Keep our Crips close but our Slobs closer by suffocating them to death.
This is what it sounds like when The Crips cry.
I don't fear death,
I don't fear poverty.
I don't fear a God.
I fear losing my beloved Crips and Criplettes.
When the Crips cry somebody close dies in someone dead hands.
When the Crips cry it's a struggle of life so they say F*ck the World.
When the Crips cry it's a lack of success and it sounds like sh*t.
When the Crips cry it's a form of hate.
When the Crips cry it's a sense of fate.
And lastly when the Crips cry it's a sign of brotherhood and sisterhood.
Keep it Crippin.
Blue Nation.