SLICK50:

ON GS SLICK50 POETRY ONE OF A MILL NOT THE SAME RUN OF A MILL SHIT

FROM MR.I WRITE LIKE THIS OR MS POET THAT SLICK50 SKILLED AT HIS CRAFT LIKE
WHEN GOD MADE THE WORLD IN 7 DAYS

SLICK50 MAKE WHITE PAPERS IN 7 SUBJECT NOTE BOOKS FADE AWAY EVERY
NOTE BOOK I GOT TATTED UP LIKE GANGS IN LA WHEN I LET MY THOUGHTS RUN LOOSE
FREE LIKE RUN AWAY SLAVES

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PROJECTS ON THE BENCH WHERE THE STREET LIGHTS BLOCK
THE STARS

SO I PRAY MORE NOW AND WISH LESS

  Sum-Thyng Like a Poet:

i wish less for darker days because i've become a falling star and wish i would have listened when mama warned me of days like this when all i wish is for raindriops to fall

  SLICK50:

SEEN IT ALL SO I LET MY PEN TELL IT
IN MY WORDS VERBS AND SLANG

  Sum-Thyng Like a Poet:

see i done seen many things
like the railroad underground
martin turn a cheek and get shot in the head
and seen malcom's kind x him out
Seen rosa sit her ass down
and all the while the rain was coming down
and my pen tells the tale of how the lottery picked 6 from Jena
and how we got a clown for a president
and the price of oil is sum bullshit
and that's why i wish less these days
but i do wish for the rain to keep falling to wash the dumb ass shit away

  SLICK50:

AND I PRAY EACH DROP WASH SOME OF MY SIN AWAY
FOR SELLING CRACK WHERE KIDS PLAY
AND ROLLING CRAPS WHERE BUM LAY

SO FALL RAIN SO I CAN HIDE MY TEARS
AND NO LONGER LET TIME PASS ME BY
I TRY TO LIVE THE TRUTH BUT THE WORLD IS A LIE

  Sum-Thyng Like a Poet:

and i only wish the rain could wash that lie away

  SLICK50:

BUT IT CAN'T SO I JUST KEEP WRITING TELIING THE WORLD
THE TRUTH ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU SICK
LIKE CHICKS ON PORNO FILCKS THAT LICK
CUM OFF THE FLOOR SMILE AND ASK FOR MORE
SO WHEN IT RAIN LET IT RAIN LIKE NEVER BEFORE