Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Placing blame ain't good for nobody, not me, not you, not anybody, I got to get on with it if I plan to be a somebody someday, maybe soon, but I ain't ready, brain's mushed like a plate of spaghetti, and I stay fucking up already, but you don't hear me though, I could probably just make up some shit to just finish this flow, and you wouldn't even know, where the split between non-fiction and fiction was told, you'd be too wrapped up in thinking this shits cold, to realize this ain't a flow, this has somethin to do with your soul, not on your level but 12 levels below, that's where I roll, and prefer to stay though, paper Emcee's come a dime a dozen, from saluting fam to dissing cousin's, dissing hoes you know I love em', even know most are two-faced and stay frontin, I don't stay pumpin', this literary art in you bitches for nothin’, iIt counts for somethin, I promise, but it don't come without a cost, I said without a loss, but am still able to bring that shit classified as boss
Venomous Poet
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