That Dude Jerry

That Dude’ Jerry





It was always a bad day when Jerry stopped by and today was no different.

Pimping- one shoulder down, fourteen carat gold snake cane on the ground.

You would say he was heavy stacked, with his beer belly and that wide brim black hat.

He wore a bright Givenchy tailored red suit, silk vest included- no tie, top buttons loosed.

Gucci shoes all shiny, you can see your reflection without effort.

But that’s his goal, especially when he lifts those soles!

His one hundred eighty degree angled leg lifted high

can send any man backward, behind facing upward to the sky!

He was known as the undertaker-

The one who didn’t blinked twice to take a life.

The best way to win is to keep his grin and money coming;

Because it’s all about the dollar,

The white powder and the long hair, smooth skinned honeys’-

to make a man like Jerry keep his suave sexy moves and holler.



Don’t hate Jerry though,

Playing the game is all he knows!

But one day soon, you’ll watch him on the evening news;

someone fly- a real cool dude,

will fill that red pimp’s shoes.

And then you’ll see,

the streets is not the way to become an old rich man,

what we common folk know as a retiree.