Chop Shop Poem by Dwayne Gordon

Chop Shop



I'm sinking so fast
Just like a ship
Walking down town
With guns on my hip

If you try stop me
I will not resist
Fingers on the trigger
I'll surely pull it

People don't care
About how we feel
I'm telling my story
Yes this is for real

I'm not a murderer
Just defending my own
So don't even think it
Or invade my home

Many will wonder
What others may say
Tell em, mind their business
And have a nice day

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