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Game 73

3/29/2016

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​CHI 100               ATL 102

You ain't a crook , son. You just a shook one.
-The Infamous Mobb Deep
The baddest little kids
In the schoolyard

Are still just
Little-ass kids
On a playground.

Strong kids
Are kid-strong.

Muscles
Getting blood
From a heart
That doesn’t know
Shit.

And when grown folks roll up
And they know they’re busted

Bad little kids
Go soft.

Like the caterpillar
Plucked off the leaf
By the farmer.

I don’t give a shit about astrology,
But I do like symbolism.

I am a Cancer,
Represented by the crab.

Crabs are fierce.
We’ve got these switchblade pinchers
And these  motorcycle jacket shells.

Real bad boys.

And we’re crafty too--
Coming at you sideways.

The problem is
We’re soft in the middle.

And our tootsie-roll center
Is just three licks away.
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