But yo - nothing definite
I chop up the rocks
And I stop up the drop
Blocka Blocka the block
Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot
Still…nothing lasts forever so in case the music shit don’t work out, Cam is still on the block shaving them crack rocks…pulling up to your block…shooting you saying “hello mate,” then the cops arrive, put yellow tape up, and a helicopter circles the area searching for the perps.
This isn’t Cam’s best 4-5 bars, but this is essentially how poetry should be. The minimal amount of words should conjure a grand image.
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