Silver spoon a luxury, to even have one growing up for kids in Chicago.
I seen kids walking, talking out they jaws stating everybody flaws like it's a law to not have money growing up.
The first kid that came running up on me showing off, I made sure to stick him with one knock out, he'll never forget.
Till this day hes scared of me, I let it be known to kids. To not fuck with someone who runs the whole school.
Control in my hands, no bands but still had street cred, like it's my high school diplomacy.
They ride for me, so they'll find me when it's time die with me. I'm no kingpin but I'll make sure that this legacy survives through my family.
Known for the infamous last name, scaring people to follow me like peasants, I had no pleasantries, forcing my rule on them, I believed it was cruel but I did what I had to do.
To make my name known even if in the inside, I'm really just a nice guy who just wanna fly with everybody else. And die with a legacy, but mine was made with blood and fear.
I tried to sincere, but I made this my career, I never shed tears for years because I turned these gears to jeer.
If only you it was exhausting.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
ПоэзияA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
