Carl Mehmet

Rookie (31-03-79 / London, England.)

Dead Mans Logic - Poem by Carl Mehmet

Why do you hate me,
Come take me... Take me for a fool,
Your downfall
Into the mind of the sublime,
What's my crime
I know the game
As i've seen your fame,
A star... Haha you're nothing,
Jah jah jah...
I'll blow your cover
Muva ol mofo me bruva... The got me head strung eye-spy
The grey sky... Fly high
What have i got to lose? ... Am i not a dead man, an there
At that i can choose
Come take me... With methods of 'Are you for real'
Slick back
Intrepid rats,
And mind bent twists of reality... For time spent a wiser man
As i've known the alteria plan,
Understand? ...
Traps layed either way,
By both a sick game we play
Come take me...
I'm ready
God wouldn't rate thee,
Why do you hate me?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 3, 2011

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