That moment/Chatting that gangsta shit

I think you are curious. I see you in the streets with your mates and people walk away. They are frightened. But once a week you come on your own and stand around the back and chat gangsta shit. And beneath that swagger is something that isn’t you. All the while, you play inside your boxers, and then take out a cigarette, and give it to me, and I always accept.

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