Category : Poems

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Uhhh wee they don't think I know.....

You played a game with hell
But bihh I'm the devil
My souls not for sell
You really thought you were clever

Doing credit card fraud
It wasn't enough
A car, then a house you were living large, Now you've got to give it up

Did a PPP loan 
Then took a trip 
Had my mail coming to your home
But I never flipped

Because those tables keep turning
The feds have been watching
Your evidence isn't burning
They been clocking

The transactions & time
Had court dates
Showed up as me you're out of your damn minds & it's to late

You received my money
Got credit for my work
You thought that shihh was funny
You left me nothing but dirt

Wanted me to die
So you could be seen
Watched me cry
Said I needed to be in Weems

Bihh I was depressed
Never have been psychotic 
Who were you trying to impress
Sipping on that hynotic

Then they sent my mail
To a fake frenemy
Bihhs going to jail
That's something you didn't see

You played the game of hell
It was your own choice
There's no more lies to tell
I have my own voice

I'll continue to tell my truth
I don't have to lie
My receipts are my proof
To your fake ass alibis💯