The aggression within this chest
Surfaces when bitches keep being pest
Just makes me want to drop them
Just like all the rest
Clinch my fist
Make a mess
Slam a nigga on his shit
Run that kevlar through a test
I hope that you are blessed
Or at least say your prayers
Right before the mag empties
Watch that red, pool out in layers
That salty thick aroma in the air
Fuck you bitch, I Dont Care
I feel the rage but I feel like you're holding back, I should be speechless at the end of this poem.
ReplyDeleteIts supposed to bea sense of restraint. Thats why there is a hint of inhibition.
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