Jerk Flow

GodDAMN you
colored reservist old friend:
you don't know what it's like
you don't know what it's like.

Hot-box the beat-down
take her to Pound Town.
This is what occurs
when left to your devices.
Running sneaks
worn like a joke and it's over.

Words are dead
if they don't rip at you
from the page.
Tell me everything
all at once
but take your time.
I'm all ears.

Sweat it out.
I'm down
for straight-down.

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