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I was sleepin' on a busted sprin'
Balanced with bricks,
A sinking ship.
Pulled many tricks
And kicks to fuckin'
Bitches, still hear their
screams on the pillow (oh)
my lungs turned to ashes due
To kilo I puffed, muffed
The hoe nealy drowned,
Foe act as friends(fiend)
Snitches calculate my move
To circulate their dick in her,
Her hair is a masterpiece
She found peace in my pieces
My kisses melted her heart,
She found love in my poetry,
Like Bernie and Clyde we
Ride until the sun stops shining
Sometimes you need
To swallow your pride.
Many pay their price to
Succeed with their souls,
Ain't had many shoes
Only one that stinks like dead
Corpse, school years was
Horrible, terribly bullied,
Bunked many classes
So I ain't laughed.
Death is a competition
Birth is an admission
To be employed by cruel system,
Their mission is to destroy
Future with grant.
They rant gibberish
empty promises.
Pastors hold degrees
Of manipulation, education
Is useless if it doesn't
Broaden your vision.
The biggest hatred is
Created by deviation of color
By:Melvey koka(the surgical poet) 05 Dec 2020
sonador (the dreamer)
© Melvey koka