AIR JORDAN
My AIR JORDANS cost a hundred with tax, my suede starters jacket says raiders on the back.I’m stylin?smilin? lookin real mean, cuz it ain’t about bein heard just bein seen. My leather adidas baseball cap matches my fake gucci back pack.There’s nobody out there looks good as me, but the gear costs money it sure ain’t free.And I gots no job no money at all, but it’s easy to steal fresh gear from the mall.Parents say I shouldn’t but I know I should, gota do what I can to make sure I look good.And the reason I have to look real fly, well to tell ya the truth man I don’t know why.
I guess it makes me feel special inside,when I’m wearing fresh gear I don’t have to hide.But I really must get some new gear soon, or my ego will pop like a ten cent balloon.But securitys tight at all the shops,everyday there are more and more cops.
My crew’s laughin at me cuz I’m wearing old gear, school’s almost over summer is near. And I’m sportin torn jordans and need somethin new, there’s only one thing left to do.Cut school Friday catch the subway downtown, check out my victims hanging around.Maybe I’ll get lucky and find easy prey, gots to get some new gear there’s no other way.
I’m ready and willin I’m packing my gun, this is serious bizness it sure ain’t no fun.But I can’t have my posse laughin at me, I’ll cop something dope just wait you’ll see.Come out at the station west 4th near the park, brothers shootin hoops and someone remarks.HEY HOMES?WHERE’D YOU GET THOSE DEF NIKES as I said to myself?I likes em? I likes. They were q-tip white bright and blinded my eye, the red emblem of Michael looked as if it could fly.Not one spot of dirt the airs were brand new, had my pistol knew just what to do.Followed him very closely behind, waited until it was just the right time.
Made a left turn on houston pulled out my gun and screamed.GIMME THEM JORDANS ? and he tried to run.Took off fast but didn’t get far, I fired (POW) he fell between two parked cars.He was couging/crying/bodd dripped on the street, and I snatched them air jordans off a his feet.While laying there dyin all he could say, was please?don’t’ take my air jordans away?You think he’d be worred about stayin alive, as I took off with the jordans there were tears in his eyes.The very next day I bopped into school, with my brand new air jordans man was I cool.I killed to get them but hey?I don’t care cuz now?I needs a new jacket to wear.
by reg e. gaines
Please don't take my AIR JORDANS...Look who loves you NIKE!
My AIR JORDANS cost a hundred with tax, my suede starters jacket says raiders on the back.I’m stylin?smilin? lookin real mean, cuz it ain’t about bein heard just bein seen. My leather adidas baseball cap matches my fake gucci back pack.There’s nobody out there looks good as me, but the gear costs money it sure ain’t free.And I gots no job no money at all, but it’s easy to steal fresh gear from the mall.Parents say I shouldn’t but I know I should, gota do what I can to make sure I look good.And the reason I have to look real fly, well to tell ya the truth man I don’t know why.
I guess it makes me feel special inside,when I’m wearing fresh gear I don’t have to hide.But I really must get some new gear soon, or my ego will pop like a ten cent balloon.But securitys tight at all the shops,everyday there are more and more cops.
My crew’s laughin at me cuz I’m wearing old gear, school’s almost over summer is near. And I’m sportin torn jordans and need somethin new, there’s only one thing left to do.Cut school Friday catch the subway downtown, check out my victims hanging around.Maybe I’ll get lucky and find easy prey, gots to get some new gear there’s no other way.
I’m ready and willin I’m packing my gun, this is serious bizness it sure ain’t no fun.But I can’t have my posse laughin at me, I’ll cop something dope just wait you’ll see.Come out at the station west 4th near the park, brothers shootin hoops and someone remarks.HEY HOMES?WHERE’D YOU GET THOSE DEF NIKES as I said to myself?I likes em? I likes. They were q-tip white bright and blinded my eye, the red emblem of Michael looked as if it could fly.Not one spot of dirt the airs were brand new, had my pistol knew just what to do.Followed him very closely behind, waited until it was just the right time.
Made a left turn on houston pulled out my gun and screamed.GIMME THEM JORDANS ? and he tried to run.Took off fast but didn’t get far, I fired (POW) he fell between two parked cars.He was couging/crying/bodd dripped on the street, and I snatched them air jordans off a his feet.While laying there dyin all he could say, was please?don’t’ take my air jordans away?You think he’d be worred about stayin alive, as I took off with the jordans there were tears in his eyes.The very next day I bopped into school, with my brand new air jordans man was I cool.I killed to get them but hey?I don’t care cuz now?I needs a new jacket to wear.
by reg e. gaines
