From the Traits Of Close Mobsters//
Till the D.A. pressed the Remains of a Yung Jim Hoffa//
1 Mother 1 Sis No Father//
At ages Early//
Like a Canary//
wake up to the Sightings of Close Rivals in the Obituary//
I would Inquire//
the Eternal Fire//
Reverands..Chairs..Musical Choir//
Our Attire//
Lead the Entire//
Congregation..No administarttion//
Seekin Information//
can u read the Mind..If the Thouhts are Blank//
Close Captains in Rain Coats do hand to Hands like we Makin Rank//
Marks mena nd Snipers from Maryland//
Let the Heroin In//
By the Barrel In//
In a Caravan..wit some Hooker name Caroline//
her and Sheryl Ann//
Stay On Pay//
Or be an OUTKAST like Andre//
It's Beyond the Means of Neccessity's//
The recipes//
are Tremendous..The game is Endless//
From the Cane Benches//
To Prayin relentless//
Some say Senseless//
But thats for the Expert Eye..Work why Try//
I My//
add to the Stories that Follow//
Yungsters Know the Rules before they can grab Formula out the Babies Bottle//
It's written On the wind..My friend..to begin..and end//
God might send..Anegls to Capture//
But the Projects an Expermiment and and we're here Until The Book of Life Closes Chapter!