Had it all.
But I, lost the ball.
Was on the climb,
But now on the fall.
Got all this time,
But no one to call.
Ima toy for your tricks.
Forget everything I've said.
Maybe we just dont mix.
Or maybe that's what I dread.
You break down my wall with your bricks.
And now I sit, with a gun to my head.
But damn go figure.
As I try to pull the trigger...
My guns jammed.
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Caution Tapes Vol. 1
PoesíaRythym and poetry. Rap. Music. Story telling. Rhymes. High quality writing, but terrible grammer. lul. enjoy.
