My Rhymes Poem by Ryann Holland

ITS MY BIRTHDAY,
IMA PARTY LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY,
YOU CAN FIND ME UP ON THE BLOCK,
PROTECTING MY FLOCK,
G'S UP,
A PLAYER OR A PIMP.
YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME,
MONEY ON MY MIND,
IM READY TO GO,
I STAND 5'5 WITH A 12K ON MY WAIST,
AND I ONLY START KILLING WHEN YOU STEP TO ME FACE,
CATCH YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE AND WATCH THE THING BURN,
YOU GOT TO PARTY, NOW ITS MY TURN,
50'S,100'S,
PAY ME.
14 YEARS OF DRAMA,
BUT YOU STILL WENT CRYING TO YOUR MAMA,
IM STILL HERE NEGGAH,
YOU CANT GET RID OF ME,
IF YOU LOOKING FOR ME,
JUST LOOK ON MY CRIMINAL RECORDS,
I GOT RECORDS ON ME,
FROM DAY TO DAY,
FUHCK THE WORLD IS WHAT I SAY,
I KEEP MY EYES ON MINE,
I GET DRESSED UP, AND IF YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT ME,
SHUT THE FUHCK UP,
I HATE TO DO THIS TO YOU,
BUT I NEED YOUR SHOES.,
STOP CRYING,
YOU KNOW HOW I DO.