The Hardships of Tracking Man

N.B. Please don’t be offended. It’s just for fun.

 

I spy, I spy with my wee little eyes.

A man.

A plan.

A prize.

Oh how blessed are these eyes.

But wait…

He have a gyal.

Okay.

On to the next one.

Aim. Lock. Fire.

Nope.

Redman nah good enough.

I’ll slip into a nice lil dress,

Flaunt my stuff,

And fail.

Because I aint meant to track man.

Let them track me.

Come and see…

Goods for free.

Makes my job easier.

Swipe and delete.

Bye.

 

 

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