Bee Kilpatrick


Kickin It - Poem by Bee Kilpatrick

Hooked like a fish hangin out to dry
It seemed like fun and now about to die
Big man with big plans
Big cars fancy bars $100 cigars
Top of the world when selling it
And all of a sudden I am shelling it
Smoking it popping it shooting it
Kickin it, kickin it, kickin it,
But not diggin it, diggin it, diggin

Stealing from momma stealing from the store
Stealing from anyone I got to get some more
Got to find some more got to, got to, got to find some more
To keep this sickness from knocking down my door
Kickin it, kickin it, kickin it,
But not diggin it, diggin it, diggin

Arrested tested molested
Beat by the bars that they call the heat
All that was left was to admit complete defeat
But surrender is not part of what we call the street
To fly the white flag is to be buried 6 feet deep
Death baby death baby take me away
That is the only form of surrender
We know how to play

Died a thousand deaths and will die a thousand more
Until you get this guerilla from knocking down my door
Some say it is you lord that you hold the key
To put this guerilla away for eternity
Lock him up lock him up and throw away the key
Born again born again because you set me free
Born again born again because you died for me
Born again born again get this monkey away from me
Kickin it, kickin it, kickin it,
But not diggin it diggin it diggin it


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 24, 2010


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