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My gangsta pal
Contributed by
Mihiri
on
Saturday, 11th September 2004 @ 10:14:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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The thrill of a night out with the home-boys is on,
My friend goes nuts & in a flash hes gone,
Hes chillin with the cool ones at a gangstas place,
He dont know nobody, yet he grins at every face,
He sports a heavy chain with his initials carved deep,
He claims to be hip & begins each sentence with a bleep,
He raps & he rocks with his friends who smoke *****,
If only hed stop & think even for a bit,
No, he keeps hanging out with the dudes whove got bikes,
They dont actually give a damn about what the hell he likes,
They push him around, yet he lets it go on,
He knows what hes doing is completely wrong,
He gets offered a ride to a razz local pub,
He knows hes under-aged, yet he gives the thumbs up,
His conscience is flat; its as good as dead,
He now ambles along wherever hes led
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Mihiri
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2004-09-11 10:14:04]
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Re: My gangsta pal
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by Thivanka on
Wednesday, 29th September 2004 @ 01:06:41 PM AEST
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Your 'deep' write reflecting the 'pretentious' lives of SOME guys really impressed me! Who's is this gangsta pal of yours?
Nice Write!!!
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