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i haven’t asked myself this question in a while so, here it is for ten million dollars, can i answer… how did i become a writer again?
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
what she gone say, what she gone do can i make her smile can i make her laugh can i make her cry what she gone do, what she gone say
She thought breaking my heart would leave me crushed You felt no remorse at the time of your wrongdoings Playing with my emotions, you thought it would come without consequence
Chain hanging low, look at the way it glistens! You can see your face on the orifices of my gold! Jesus piece round’ my neck, look at my diamond encrusted rollie.
leave me chained to a desk subdue me, torture me why don’t you make me suffer put a couple of pressure pins thru the very hands that i use to create anthologies with
endless tenacity always maintaining focus i resist the temptations of instant gratification i know kids who became adults before they were emancipated
do you hear that tell me you do the rain cries of immigrant children men of color under siege do you hear that tell me you do
i can see her, i can see her she burns, she burns can she see me, can she see me she burns, she burns found her potential, found her potential
you’re just a baby you’re nothing to me you will never amount to anything your book is a fail, you’ll never become successful
i don’t give a shit who got now i don’t give a shit who got next and i don’t give a fuck about forever because savage writer got now, next, and forever
I come to dis’ 'stage 2’ day to speak to you about what MLK Day means to me. You gonna feel this! A day to set all issues aside,
walking round’ with pieces of my heart packed into my pocket look at how much of my blood stained the pants leg the vessels are vastly drying up
