Fight to Survive

rhyming poetry

“modern urban battlefield gang war” via @nightcafestudio

Now your faux pas looks like I planned it —
getting so hot in the spot,
the cops can’t even stand it.
Tonight it's foie gras
instead of a soup sandwich…
Spot you on the block
and fuckin demand it;
now you’re getting got
(don’t ever come here empty-handed).
Gettin John Wick in this bitch
Back-flippin and switchin’ clips till I click
and reloading before I land it.
Exodus via Lambos
like GTA at Sam’s crib…