The conversation is over, if the situation arises again I will leave another note, until the next entry is written, here's a short rap I had written for my instagram:
Streets cold, got a jacket but It ain't enough, I'm living pay check to pay check, I'm outta luck, heart all cold, frozen from this life, government taxes feeling like a knife. Man, try me out for size I'm a strong one, little muscles but you know they pack a hard punch, man I'm graduating, few months, long run. Tryna get a job homie fuck this ain't fun. Out here, bitch you fucking with the wrong one, 5'2" but I'll hit you with a home run, Can't strip, bitch you been in love since day one, then me? Man I ain't the one to run from.
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Poetic Relapse.
PoetryA place for me to write poetry whenever it arises in my lungs, when I have no air to scream these words that haunt me into my days and night
