Mr. Sandman bring me a dream, an m16 to do the damn thing, I will be thankful when snitches have stitches, let’s take a ride and get this thing poppin… Mr. Sandman help me to see, the most beautiful black out with glee.
STOP! BLEED OFF THE BEAT AND LET’S BREAK IT DOWN!
Stab a bitch; whack a bitch, break a bitch off, and take a bitch out are the rewards one gets for diving into the art of snitching. Yes; it’s an art that breeds a deathly homicidal rate if you dare not to master. Coming clean is at the bottom of the instructions as you should know your place.
Hold up wait a minute, now let’s take it slow and master the confines of this off the beaten ride or die creed. Lose or chose the art of snitching as the ways of the mind dine on seedless endings but only to captivate and dominate young souls who are lost.
Close the door turn off the light and let’s get busy as my glock will be your eternity to massage your soul and take you on a journey into the mind of my beast as time captures this ever so jaded mental suicide.
Eat it, taste it, and love it as snitching is the bread and butter that feed the minds of the sick and psychotic breeders who get their rocks off on this must have commodity. Instruct or destruct and a get a bullet broke off in your ass as the warped chaotic of the creed permeate like a flesh eating virus into the fragile minds of today.
Hip, thuggish, defiant, and down right muddle; snitching holds up like the constitution. Grinding and plagued with tuned in warped minds, the beat drips slowly off the take over, only to create a cult like breeding ground of pookies, niecys’, lil Johns, Keyshawns, Alizes, and Dayshawns. Mind over matter or the matter of fact of culminating the disgust and admiration of this classic take over as it stays on the grind to infiltrate fragile psyches with massa-like mentality and the ever so ride or die of the cause.
Snitches that get stitches down grade into being a sucker with no ride or die adaptation. Classic, dirty and low down, is the spark of young minds to embrace their thoughts, for gentle touches of the art but only to bleed the snitches creed.
Imitation is the burning desire to keep this ruckus current as the breeders of this mind menacing art take over and thrives and sets the stage for what’s sure to be a ride or die black out of snitches getting stitches.
Mr. Sandman bring me a dream, an m16 to do the damn thing, I will be thankful when snitches have stitches, let’s take a ride and get this thing poppin… Mr. Sandman help me to see, the most beautiful black out with glee. As I end the rapid take over… In the end and it’s all over…Mr. Sandman, Mr. Sandman, Mr. Sandman bring me a dream.
A literary production by: Literary Diva of Blogtalk Radio and "The Lit Factory."
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