I’m Awesome

Fresh out of prison, I’m on a mission
Tossin’ other rappers down the crapper
Cause I’m the bossman
After I chew ‘em up and spit ‘em out
It’s time for flossin’
Cause they’re nothin’
They made a fortune selling crack
But just one slip and the feds done took it back
I found a better way to make my stack
An all out assault, a rap attack.
Its time for action; I’m a cracker not a slacker
Serving a Hip Hop masterpiece for your satisfaction.
Once it’s dropped it can’t be stopped.
It’s a Hip Hop nuclear chain reaction.
It’s the solution to your noise pollution
So put your mic down
Now it’s time for me to make a name.
Take my place on my throne and claim my fame
Hit the nitrous button on this rapper game
Once it’s said and done nothing will remain the same.

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Creep was his name in prison; he was always looking for something to steal, creeping, anything he could sell on the yard for a cigarette. It was a pale gray January day when he got off the bus with a hundred bucks and a new suit of clothes from Goodwill. He started looking for a place to crash but everyone had moved or if they hadn’t they didn’t know Creep.  Who would want to know him-21, small, slight, a caved, ghostly, pockmarked face?  But why am I calling him Creep when he has a proper surname on his birth certificate like everyone else?  I’ll call the poor guy by his Christian name then.  His mother named him Small because he only weighed 3 lbs at birth.  So no one knew poor Small. 

It was as cold as the proverbial witch’s tit and Small ended up crawling into a dumpster and burrowing among bags of garbage. The next morning he was almost dead when they found him; twoBlack garbage men heard his cries as the hydraulic arms were dumping  him into their garbage truck.  They fished him out and threw a blanket around him and gave him some hot coffee. They had both done time and felt for him.  One offered to let him crash at his apartment temporarily.  He wanted Small to stay with his dog.  He said it was dying and he didn’t have the heart to take it to the vet.  Of course Small agreed to stay with the dog and the next morning the foolish garbage man left Small alone in his apartment and went to work.  He said he really appreciated what Small was doing and promised to take him to a movie; a new movie was debuting that night at Cuties Triple X.

As soon as Demetrius left, that was the garbage man’s name, Small tried to steal his TV  but is was too big and he fell on the stairs and the two went crashing and bouncing to the bottom. Small lay there stunned a moment, then began screaming , my leg! I broke my mothafuckin leg! 

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