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Prince Poetry

's With no corner degrees, y'all tryin to pass the gology Check your history then I'm a Southside resident Holdin quarter bricks yo back when Reagan was President [Prince Poetry

'm a feature straight from the Bronx Productions Better known as Boogie Down If I was a king right now, I'd get crowned The Nice is a teacher, not a prince

mentally locked to A hip-hop solid and all flow, flower I post up, together, better than Noah A cut, to kick it too, kind to the ear drum All true poetry

In the place to be DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince Ay, Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil' touch of the bass Not a lot, just a lil

We were rich and we were poor Two children playing grown-up games The prince and the princess You loved me hard just like a rock I threw away your building

mentally locked to A hip-hop solid and all flow, flower I post up, together, better than Noah A cut, to kick it too, kind to the ear drum All true poetry

greater till my plush pieces cause you to suck your teeth Till mean-muggin? on my clean-thuggin? mean nothin? Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin The black poetry

of everyone I meet So pardon me but who are you and am I wrong But are you talking to me? In the problematic art of conversation. So I watch the prince

On the grave of my Clarissa Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry