Little Black Riding ‘Hood

 

He was stylin’

Struttin’ down Florissante

with his guys

in his woods

so fulla himself

he mighta busted.

And then he did.

Busted his head wide open.

 

That damn hunter

with his bigass gun

and his bigass attitude

shot my man

big wolf of a dawg

six times.

Until the black ‘hood

ran red with blood.

And no knife

going to cut him free…