“They Lie, Them cats Cheat.
They steal, them dudes fence.
They push, Them homies are shovers!
They say them people run empires of dirt.
They must be really hurt, But where are them damn bros to clean up their own mess.
Them and They are fucking cowards,
While eye n I get all the juice!”
this was one of the last ones i wrote last night! I hate them or they saying anything i don’t take advice from large groups of nobodies in particular! i think this explains it nicely or i’m high which i wish i was lol give a dude some herbs already, i don’t pay to smoke you pay me to smoke shit i didn’t develop a skilled palette for b grade un flushed shit! i’ll let yah know if you have something worth selling next poem please