Just anoth'a day in the 530 <br />system dirty <br />tripp'n off that cronic <br />high as'a comet smash'n to the earth <br />on the turf of'a smurf. <br /> <br />Dont need a 45 <br />to survive, <br />my cuddys mobb deep <br />and we're on the rise <br />and its no F'n surprise <br />sport'n red and blue without no disquise.<br /><br />Rage'n Curtis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/530/
