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Poems,
Escape from the word's undone

In the dark, 
Beneath the sinner's mark,
I'm battered by the finds that lurk inside a beating heart,
Leave it all

make a killing
Be the next big voice and
Always make it thrilling
I could be a hero
To a generation
But would that fit in with
Anything I'm making
All I

still an 804 boy
Will always be in my heart and
Tryna be like Tarzan
King of the beasts
Killed a Pritt ting
King of the beats
Virginia flag
My foot

my time
Got Sade playing in the background
Artwork hanging in the back drop
Got some plays for the bread on my laptop
Big worms in my head
Don't play

Yeah, I been chasing paper
Ducking haters
Swerving hard in them scrapers
But I can't lie I need a rider by my side
To load the glizzy, staying busy
All

in the ass
Face to face with me better say what's on your mind
If you're talkin' weak shit then you're wasting my time

On the real some emcees need

Bitch it's free Blizzy till the day that I die
They tryna lock him for at least twenty five 
For my brother I'll slide, I'll put one in your eye
I

Aw man I haven't walked on one of these in a minute
Let me just get some things off my chest
While I'm scrolling through my timeline and shit
Yea

she in love with a drug dealer 
She has every reason shit ain't the way that it  was
Shit I could Get shot up like my father by some wanna be thug

the feelings are ghost
Maybe this whole town is a hologram
Of neon glanced pavement
Floating by in circles squares of city blocks
Around the rooting drowning

tryna hide
My n**** uptop thinking she fine
He looking down
Her head through cracks
Same time the blade went through her spine
They walked in the woods
He

when I walk up in it
Milkshake, milkshake got their heads spinning

Stop and stare, can't compare, I'm the it girl
Want my number 'cause they wonder

broke but in they raps they always takin' pape
Vlone on my hoodie purple jean with some white lows
I'm the type of nigga spend a check on some damn

and you
We was in them trenches, mud on my boots
Always down to ride
Always down shoot
We was riding round doin what we had to do
Givin game to the people

the day I met you, you've been running through my head
I can't seem to understand exactly what you did
You're just another 2000's girl that I met
But

sad and so pitiful I knew she's the treasure
I shouted "let me fight for you story my papers the best"
She took her head out here chest
Looked me in

head to the spot
No attention for these goofy niggas clocking zero figures think he lit but he not
Walk with a limp kuzz it's knots in my pocket baby

a picture i’ll never understand
I think I hit every red light in that taxi cab
The same three fucking clichés I always have to hand
I’m blacklisted by an idea

got no idea or they fear me
You need to get to know me, but don't come near me
There's something wrong with my melon
There's voices in my head, please

I don't need a mirror to realize I'm the throwedest
I'm fine by my lonely, niggas phony, in my mind I'm a poet
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who

dipping
Froze out No smile when they see me livin
Lookin for an out when they trying to get in it
And I stay going skitzo
My mental twists flows and kills

I be getting to the bread, forty five we never scared
We hit tune in his head, if you ain't heard that nigga dead
You would think I'm writing essays,

the heat
Pour out some lean
Fuck a bitch that don't clean
And she suck on my peen
And she suck on my feet
She get all freak in the sheet
I fuck that freak in

to follow my lead
And do not allow your soul to be swallowed by greed
Just abide by the rules in these times life will be fine for you
I'll provide the food