The Tight Five

Blowing the wind of cool through club club club club they went taking it all in

Swagger tight and the night was hot and met the fresh and leaving cold mirror behind

Five of tight brothers think and thin of national differences became an issue none

Blood through through they were of close than kin ever kin be of fist of hold tight

Back to back they fought all sides one they became the elite desired by street of universe wide

Talking shit back to back they fulfilled each pledge they claim to be and made it right in sight

Looking cold fine they watched each move with smug righteousness knowing the flavor they wanted and the shit they didn’t

Click Click the bitches rolled rolled rolled and portrayed the low low low of what became unacceptable taint to touch feel want

Looking at face to face mirrored disdain to mingle mingle just business business was the high flying game not the interest in laying the pain

Clock Clock tic toc money not hit the wall the shit be quick red hot watch watch back it to the right left all be alright

Leaving quick as not even the wind know the Tight Five said “Shit” left nothing here nothing here want here want here never

By Felicia McCaw