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Stop wrapping your nerves around these boys. I will say that again. Stop wrapping your nerves around these boys. They are not fully mature,
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
i don’t write ballads or odes much as i would want to but this one is for all those individuals dat it never worked out with
another day, another dollar not even wide awake yet class started an hour ago i must’ve went to sleep really late
I wonder if heaven has a neighborhood like the one I am living in— so I can see you again. How many of us have lost our lives in these deserts?
Tell me what you see. Just look at yourself. Covered in blood, wielding guns. Is this the life you want to settle for?
No one saved me I was in danger before I became endangered No one saved me I was deceased before they pronounced me dead
Sir with the burgundy coat The wild, loose hairdo The bleached blue jeans, the black athletic sneakers The artist with the touch
Standing over all the books I’ve written like cocaine in Scarface Wondering which level I can take my craft next, I’m in desperate need of a challenge
Take me back to those summers in the early to mid-2000s Where the barbecue grills in the backyard of that green colored house on Stengel Avenue blazed with a passion
This female knew how to treat me right. She made sure that I was getting my shit done Always made sure that I had a school to go to ,
quit thinking because i got all this talent and knowledge that i gotta act a certain way, put on a mask for you quit thinking because i’ve accomplished so many things
In the beginning there were no books that could make Fitzgerald turn inside of his coffin There were no poems that could make Amiri
