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Down To the Last Roach
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Comedy Theater 2002.
afternoon dew surrenders
to sunset skies
as a cypher of four
settles coherently
through the act of peace and mind elevation
a.k.a. bullshittin
about common guy talk
who'll knock out who in tonight's
Tyson-Lewis fight
which deceased rapper is the best?
which celebrity can get it
in the sack-
under ominous clouds of blunt smoke
Irv, the wanna-be frontman of the crew
strong arms the session
by hittin the blunt first
I wait my turn.
Ra, the conservative thinker
strengthened my focus
on political shit and agriculture
and what the CDC is planning
to rape cancer's chances of
terminating human cells
maybe the mary jane could do wonders
on American soil
"That good 'ol seedless potent hydro"
"Feel dat shit, get high, yo!"
Mecca is the straight drinker
who wouldn't dare touch weed.....
until tonight
why put that man to a challenge
he can't live up to?
when some knock off malt liquor
has tendencies
to fuck his mind up much quicker
one puff, two puff.....
Irv takes it back......
to possibly re-inforce his
generic swagger and bravado
Ra discusses a shellshocked deal
between his favorite team opposed to heated rivals
as he takes a hit...
I wait my turn.
A man can lose himself in the midst
of discussion without discussing
anything at this point
3rd round: it's boring as fuck
I get a call from Stephanie on the cell
convo runs practically for 2 more rounds....
Irv's voice is loud enough shake up
half the Bronx
as Mecca shows suspicions of a virgin smoker
laughing at absolutely nothing
I STILL wait my turn.
"Yo, lemme call you back"......
was said as I journey to that back room
with a half conscious Mike Tyson laid out on the mat
and half baked kats stretched out on the bed
with jeers and sneers that killed
any topic that was even thought about
and when the smoke cleared.....
Irv strikes the nerve to say,
"Finish this, yo".........
YOU SAVED THE LAST ROACH FOR ME??!!WTF??!!
