Fire Is His Hero Poem by Donte Trezevant

I’m speaking to the world you better listen
Eyes looking to the heaven they better glisten
Like the boy who spilled pissen
He missin
The objective that God laid out
He was livin in a drought
But he calls it a recession
Smoke blown to the heavens
As he deals with his problems
The weed is his inspiration
The fire is his hero
As he kept up
Moms said he would be a Zero
He’d rather be a 5
No I meant a 10
The girl called him 6
Think what that did to him
They teased him it pleased him to a certain extent
He loved the haters
But anger reached 110
He listens to his heart beat from the chronic
His heart beats faster
Racein like sonic
He falls in the same street he ran
His head hit the can
Never knew if that was the plan
To faint after the shots
3 minuets after they were popped
From the wrong young man
That’s not what he had in store
And now that boy don’t live no more