poems from when I thought i was a rapper (hence the rhymes)
no work makes talent breezy
so much ambition
but no determination
Achievable, attainable
all girls these days looks the same and
they come round your block
hook you in and break your heart
i had you from the start
a few small words to win your heart
love or loved
that is the question
wondering of our future
but now its out of the question
apologies aint easy
fuck the world
nothing's breezy
hardships and melodramas
bitches causin trauma
fuck them bitch n****s
too young to know what you got is already gold
lost in the ocean
you lost in the commotion
use that pretty head of yours
no good unless its filled with words
february 4, 2010
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