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This poem has no names Don’t take it the wrong way Past all the bullshit I was on in 2017 High school ended, you received your diploma,
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Somebody, somewhere Somewhere, somebody Oh, wait just a second Unleash the drainage, make sure our swamp is emptied Fill in the blanks, man
Hello brother, I was waiting for you I knew this would be the day we got to meet February 3, 2020 8:24 pm Kean University – Union
Moving this utensil across the page and I’m blanking, even the most miniscule of tasks I dread tackling A brother’s motivation is continuing
they say they your biggest fan but they be blowing off more steam than they do air what do they know, i know that they don’t know much
pressure comes at us from every pedigree of the spectrum whose pulling out skeletons, whose pulling out skeletons
who can i call right now and talk about how i am feelin’ with my contact list is looking pretty empty making it with my talents as a storyteller
Once upon a time, there was a boy in the city who had dreams of doing something positive Amid the journey, roadblocks made themselves known
Freestyles are for none Freestyles are for none Freestyles are for none Watch as I kick this, prepare accordingly This isn’t for the faint of heart,
new year, new savage writer if i left you in 2018 or any other year before it, then that’s where you’re stayin’ i’m sorry, wait
It took everything in me not to make this decision but I am slowly regretting what I said in them real ass thoughts videos
I remember when I used to skip school just to hit the block and package dimes. Diaries of a knucklehead. Afterschool shootouts and fights—
