Malo Poem by Cesar Herrera
Malo
Black lights?
Dark alleys big fights?
What you mean after that you alright?
Sitting on hells gate staring at the city lights
Its my idea to lie so its my right
Ignore the talks
When I c them i walk
When my teacher yells at me I throw a piece of chalk
after a word with the thug i get stalked
they follow with a glass bottle
their intentions are hollow
niggas swear they ~malo~
A great big mishap
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