Questioning when I know it's me.
Best friends ain't supposed to leave.
Dead ends in my poetry.
Dead END with my poetry.
Dead IN with my poetry.
A lesbian when I go to sleep.
Sex befriends the little hoe in me.
Mind games causing migraines.
Is my brain causing thy pain?
I followed my dreams with my flow and beats.
I had a girl. It was so sweet.
Core to meat. Then you see the skin.
I hear it once, I don't breathe again.
Am I leaving? What am I leaving in?
The sweetest friend. No need to pretend.
I feel like Jackin' off on a beat again.
But old people. Is it poetry?
So mote it be, but the prose is deep.
Lady lazy. Are you showing me?
No beat, though.
So heat, though.
No need to go, but I indeed go.
3, Hoe. Just not with an ego.
Seems so easy to hit a free throw.
I have a brother, but I don't like to hear "Bro."
Reaching him, while he reaches Him.
Need I remind you of the deepest sin.
It seems it's them.
~shout it out~