PRECIOUS CHERUBS

The sounds of slow high pitch music is raiding the air, the all black whip is creeping with only a glair.Death seems to be among this pack All black jackets all black slacks. The intoxacating smell of fucking Armani fills the scene only to mask the smell of dust mixed with green,They dress sharp and are soft spoken disrespect them jaws get broken. Flashing money is a must sure to make your bitch lust. I promise you before they leave shots are fired and sombody always flee's Put on this earth for only one deed,to kill and make you bleed. Where do they come from Who opened this door? As young boys taught to protect the church  and the poor. Now only at night they prey and lurk swift and fast when doing dirt! Out at after dark or in the streets watch your back stay on your feet. In your hood you think shit is real?  Aint shit compared to angels that kill.