OUTLAW POETRY

Oakland

Oakland California
Where the Raiders Aren't
Just a Ball Team.
But "Unfortunates" in the Streets
Have Got No Dreams",
Oakland


Where we wake up Schemin'
of way to Shake our very
Own Demons...
In the Wilderness of Cement


Crooked Cops, Gunshots
Babies Cryin' People Dyin'


Oakland California
the Big East Bay
Outlaws arent Born but Made
Pistol Smoke and No Hope
Sell Dope or Dont Get Paid
Not near Enough to Make
Ends Meet....

Wake Up in Sweat Soaked Sheets
Countless Lives claimed by them Streets
Dirty Needles, Welfare Checks
Night Ladies are kept as Pets


If ya Live past 30 you're
considered a "Vet"
Outlaws end up addicted either
to Cash, Dope or Drink
Spend some time in the Clink
Sober Up and Think of New Games
to Play...a Different Twist
to the Outlaw Trade

  • Outlaw:
  • Outlaw-1:
  • Outlaw-2:
  • Outlaw-3:
  • Steve The Wild Dog: