Superfly 02/05
The love that I hold inside for you
words can't describe,
the only man I know,
always was starched when you saw him outside;
no matter the weather,
no matter the pain;
Without Scudy,
rolling dice will never be the same;
The love that I hold inside for you can't be cut,
not even with a blade as sharp as Scudy's crease;
Ran the streets
and played the game,
lived his life
and refused to change a thang;
Kept it cool,
while others played it rough;
Rolled the dice
and always had ladyluck;
With the gift of gab,
as smooth as a surgeon in the lab
and cooler than a poet with his pen and pad;
The love that I hold inside is so true,
when I sit and think,
all I see is my uncle rolling by
looking and remaining superfly…
Superfly 02/05
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