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My I.D.

by Jermaine Q.

I am bred game
With no name
Just a number
Thirty-two, twenty, fifty-eight
Muster up
Turn around, spread ya love.
Raise ya nuts
Contraband in my hand
Red light, here comes the man
Friends close but enemies closer
She didn’t do what she said
She was supposed to,
Red heads & tally ho’s
Hustlers bustling other hustlers
For the biggest piece of
    Incarceration
Dear Lord, Get me back in
The game
& break the chains
& tell ’em to keep the number
I’ll take back my name
My six minutes are up.

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