Life Of A Cuddy Poem by Rage'n Curtis
Life Of A Cuddy
This goes to all the cuddies
in the camps,
Puff'n their meds and
grow'n the plants.
The streets get tougher
every mutha F'n day
Just liv'n life to the fullest on this F'n
High way.
Highway 96 gett'n my
Fix, still hate'n pricks n politcs
with a pasion.
All my natives survive'n
with a similar fashion.
Everyday face'n the fear of Jail
cuddies watch me bail to a trail
with the cops on my tail still buzzn on
some ail.
Cause they know I never fail
to deliver that green on the river
I aint no forgiver if u no what I mean.
Yea, u know what I mean
that killer chronic that all my
crazy cut throat native's fiend for
more, so I cant just ignor.
This goes out 2 all my Natives n the Camps
Livin like Champs! !
Peace the F@#$ OUT! !
hey babe this is nice U have a nice poetic side to u and that is why I luv u
very affecting makes me feel things..... ;) well written and i love ur style
hooo.... i dont really unserstand, but my teacher said ' a good poem is a poem that one would hardly understand' or so i though. i like your style
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3/25/2023 5:59:16 AM # 1.0.0.1112
Intense...I love it! ~Autumn~