We ruled the streets; Chucks loose on our feet.

Hidin’ Beastie Boys under our toys
while the Moms
worked double shifts.

Our see you soon Daddies could give a sh/t.

We grew up in the late nights; watchin’ street fights.

Passin’ Cisco thru the window
of that f/cked up
pick-up truck.

And that boy’s stereo would bump us thunderstruck.

We told such big lies; side eyed the pretty guy.

Was it Fuzzy Navel or Colt 45
that got me to show him
my thighs?

Maybe just all that lust in those dark brown eyes.


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