Poetry · Writing


Never been one to let it go

quiet down and roll it up

still shouting when all was said and done

toothpick still chewin’ might over do it got a lot brewin’

match for match I’m still pursuin’ – wait

turn it up – I like my music real loud real loud

blowin’ up leave a mushroom cloud

and leave ’em all dusted- flushed in

jewels around my wrist like Josh Brolin

hold on- this our jam- cool it now greater now

New Edition but I’ll never lose control

stay within’ this world and leave that black hole

because people lie, number won’t

keeps me high, drugs just don’t

they’ll roll one up, and pour a cup

and will watch the world- go up in smoke.



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