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My stories

Hip-Hop Is Dead

'If the empha-sis on the compact d-isc isn't the beat Then I'm going to feature on that shit, and get rich'

The Mighty Pen

Pride in the power of words Power mightier than Alexander's sword Dissolved into the power of darkness of deceitful words, Of this world's common ways

She Wanted Hollywood

Lipstick in hand Tahitian tanned In her painted on jeans Feeling so grand

Christmas in Harlem

My head's all over the place from last nights red wine I get outside, and it's forty below the average chill Now I'm in delay, wiping snow off the windsheild

Slave To The Rhythm

She dances in the sheets at night She dances to his needs She dances 'til he feels just right Until this man falls asleep

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