44-4 - 3rd World Cardinalz

My next blog is a rap I wrote when I was a member of the group 3rd World Cardinalz... It was a group of myself aka Billy Bones, William P. Obubo (the poet that couldn't rap), Julez Jigsaw, Julian E. Obubo, (the rapper with a stammer), Tha A.N.G., Angelo Portier,  (the shortest basketballer I knew and now established DJ, Music Producer & Engineer).
This was a high-school phase and I guess it kinda made us closer and we had a message to give to the world... we never got to record our music but the beats still exist and the raps are still in hard copy... MAYBE someday the 3WC (3rd World Cardinalz) will hit the charts... Someday...


Well to the rap, 

44-4 – 3^rd World Cardinalz

Where do I start counting after 4:44?

My day just started like the day before

The 44^th second and nearly a quarter past 4

I’m barely a quarter past 4 but I can’t take no more

And I can’t wait no more till I slam that door

Raise my hands; feel like I’m free once more

But no, my day is done at like 5:44

Walking home, blue-red-siren it’s the POPO

Now I’m thinking, be calm, it’s just some routine go

Raise your hands and take a step no more

What I do to invite this-tell me-I don’t know?

Before I could move I’m staring at four 44s

Running aint wise, cuz I’ll be gone before I hit the floor

Excuse me officer but what is the problem to you?

They aint talking still point their four 44s

The Mike Johnson in me wanna mark, set and go

Then I remembered, ey, I got my own 44

Should I respond, damn it’ll be like some Western show

I reached for it- but homie- I was just too slow

Adieu!!!