My random ass poetic thoughts

poem number 10: stay true to your tattoo

This dark poem is for anyone with tattoos,
It doesn't matter if it's one tattoo,
Or two,
Or twenty,
As for me,
I got over 150 plus tattoos,
Shit I got so many of these bitches I lost count,
Stay true to your own tattoo,
Some of these on my body,
Shit I did them myself,
Upside down and all,
But not a soul taught me how to do it,
No tattoo shop never lend me no help,
No apprenticeship,
No guidance at all,
My left rib says follow me to freedom,
So watch me lead other from out of oppression,
This is poetry in motion,
I h,,,ope you learning yo lesson,
My success tattoo,
Yea I did that myself,
And the road to success is far from an easy one,
Nothin in my life ever came as an easy run,

These healing hands tatted on my left wrist,

work in mysterious ways,

so my point a view tells me I gotta deal with and fix a lot of people's delirious ways,

I'm a popular loner,

an unknown cool nigga,

the most known unknown,

like a 3-6 mafia album that came out way beack when I was in school nigga,

my city rests on my arm,

so I stay true to the streets,

music notes on the back of my writing hand,

behind my ears,

and coming out of a microphone on my left bicep,

so I stay true to these beats,

I was almost married twice,

their names is still on my body,

And I wouldn't know if my name is still on theirs,

unless I look at their body,

Yin and yang dragon on my right for arm,

that's the good and the bad,

both the bad in the good,

and the good in the bad,

Dollar signs on my body,

from my ears to my ankles,

they both tatttoo pun jokes indicating I'm listening for talk about money to come out of yo mouth,

That's my ears,

While my feet is on the way to the money,

We live fast in this game,

So laugh now,

and count money later,

I would've got laugh now cry later,

but I'd rather wipe my tears away with 20s 50s and 100s that's printed on my paper,

mula gang on my fingers,

I live this gang shit to death,

I feel like I've lived a thousand lives,

shit at one point,

straight out of a high school,

a young nigga was a whole military chef,

clocking in on the base,

cookin preparin the food,

so unlike most people for real,

I can say that I took care of the troops,

yea life is a amazin,

got my 401k too,

Shit when I was in high school,