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The Orlando St. Box
here i am in california where ever the hell that is him lffl gangster, me a ghetto queen whatever the hell that is
i sit on a block wall outside my apartment watching the harleys growl past affiliations are his best department el cajon is my present not past
i finally met me a genuine h. a. what i like the best is the long hair and leather red and white be the colors they sport the bike, hell yeah, it's beautiful too hey pal, nice to meet you hope it won't be in waiting at court
'coz out here in this capital sunny as hell an angel has clout, but folks try to sell out their objects of envy for less time or money whichever is suit
but buying a pig's grace ain't never been cute and i know tho they say that the harley's a bike and the long haired, silent mobster can do what he like he might just end up with the same judge as me on donner, on dancer, on snitches, on spree how goes the adage, turn three and go free?
but harley's can take a licking apparently so can the h.a. and my time just keeps on ticking past the wall of my day as i watch one more biker rumbles the air i keep what i know of the klanhood and hope they are treated fair
coz i may be a distant cousin a pusher to be exact but in this town a dirty dozen is eleven and that's a fact
and just like the harley davidson has a book full of special 'specs' the rider, the gangster, the poor ghetto queen are still part of this town's scene
and you want 'em? you got 'em. Effects? das effects
W. S. Reichard Copyright 2002 poutyxbrat@msn.com
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