May 29, 2012

Poetic License

  I was a poor nigga Now I'm a ______ nigga You can find me up in Greenpoint, chillin' with the hipstas In my fourth floor walkup bangin' tranny sistas Or the backseat puttin' down the master fista's   New York gay boys, copy fashion magazines, Or tv streams, or str8t acting dreams Fuckin' around like there's no more disease Fuckin' around like we'ze on shootin' sprees I'm from North Cackalacky, but  got an east coast swagger See me I got the arts and letters, BFA dagger, I get up on the stage, point from left to right Pushin on my actors just to get it fuckin' right Feel em pullin out your tears, make you laugh and holler My muses, with my guidance, make you throw down mighty dollars See Niegel play fa keeps, and Niegel stay wit heat I can't go commercial, they love my avante-garde beats I'm a real artsy man, a MOMA loves me man Don't make me put you in a participatory art thing man Walkin' to Detroit, Still bring my queer vibe Niggas screaming faggot, we gonna skin yo skinny hide   I was a poor nigga Now I'm a ______ nigga You can find me up in Greenpoint, chillin' with the hipstas In my fourth floor walkup bangin' tranny Sistas Or the backseat puttin' down the master fista's

adapted from 50cents 'Poor Lil Rich'