I’m in my hood, to hide my mood,
These streets my home, their lights I know,
I’m in my zone, leave me alone,
I’m out for cash, my knife is stashed.
I sit and wait, and view my preys,
I’m just a hunter, deep down raw thunder,
They’ll pay the price, their suits are nice,
I mark the victim, the night surrounds him.
I pace my stride, each step to survive,
He’s on his phone, Samsung I know,
The case he holds, looks bold and old,
Inside my prize, he’ll fall like ice.
It’s over quick, with seconds to spare,
He lost his cool, I tooled that fool,
He held his leg, blood gushed I rushed,
I’m king, he’s say, my hood the same.
By Julius Fa,
©2015