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Michael Angelo
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Faded, walkin home, down a grimy, dark street
I sense, i'm bein followed, by a nasty creep
Da pale moonlight, doesn't shine, on dis street
Vision is blurred, da environment shows deceit
I understand this, listening to my heartbeat
It's picking up speed, like double dutchin on concrete
I feel like david, bein thrown, in a lion's den
Thinkin to myself, shouldn't drank so much gin
I sense his thoughts, singing a child's hymn
One, two, i'm comin for you
Throw da thought out my head, sanity turnin blue
I turn around, and there's no one, who knew'
A sigh of relief, there's no one, in my sight
Than i threw up everything, i ate, on that night
Than got up, and turned, under da street light
To face a tweeker, holdin a gun, wit a scope sight
Than he whispered something extrodinarily, not right
Have you ever danced, wit da devil, in da pale moonlight

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tretre says:

I like this one too. I could picture every word..It made the poem come alive. Keep that pen movin Michael Angelo!
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tretre says:

I like this one too. I could picture every word..It made the poem come alive. Keep that pen movin Michael Angelo!
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2b2b2 says:

Nice Flip...thanks for sharing....ONE

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