Step into my world, let me take you on a trip,

where I pack my grip and stack my chips.

O.G.'d down, pinky ring in the shape of a crown,

sittin on top of a fat mound.

Steppin out in gear of the lastest,

givin shout out to the playa hataz.

Makin my rounds, clockin my cream,

livin that gangsta dream.

The government is what made us,

now they got me on surveillance.

Prison population I'm tryin to avoid.

Three years of the game got me paranoid.

No time to run from the rush, 4 a.m., caught up in a drug bust.

This was my claim to fame, becomin Lord of the dope game.

Four years in and out the whole,

lettin me go on shock parole,

now, I got FELON behind my name,

can't get a job, I'm a slave to the GAME.
~~B~~ aka Synickle

yo i was really feelin dat. oh and about my last "poem"...i guess it was a lil of both...i had just been talkin 2 my BF earlier and...it just came up. anyways...i really liked ya piece. keep it up. 1