Confused and confined by the delirious mind that hides inside the back of my skull . The gravity pulls me back down when I envision that black boy fly and try to escape the land of the slums and ghetto and gunshots and eating mentos . At least I had talent enough to make a crescendo. And lil boys that spend dough . Can't even bend forward . Or bend to the back of your knee caps to split bones. No connection to earth and no connection to life and mess around you'll lose it all tonight. Seen someone lose they life . You just mind yo business . You just tie yo tennis . You just walk off and make wise decisions. Kinda scary ain't it? Can't act like no bitch , that only got Tyler Perry famous. And got Mary stoned and got and it got black boy han'Ged. It ain't very plain. It's just very painless .
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PoésieThe reason why I know you very well is because we have the same eyes can't you tell. Do you remember the times when I put you through hell. Or do you remember when I really hit the bell. We live in a world that comes with Plan B, because playing a n...
