Don't do it

Poem and stuff

she said.

the pistol was hotter than crystal, you know.. that one stripper with the nice ass

close to temple, how we pray

ok so now I'm against you I guess everything I say and ever one was wrong, write, so let's stress it's not easy to admit that this thing you wrote
sucks

the knives I sharpen sound like poetry

the sparks of metal heavy metal
rock out, lava style
my diamonds bezel round neck say
yo

ice he a rap star
he don't ever get nicked
burn more than NASCAR

I was confident
and profound
gone tones another place
wrong phones
grow another face

like monsters in my belly
my
I can't eat
food hurts..

she said...
don't do it
but this pistol it's carved so nice

don't do it
but

don't do it


I appreciate you. thanks for wasting your life trying to keep me.
a
life

verse too

um