Hey you let me get something straight before I lose
my mind. The do's
and don'ts of what not to say has come to mind.
You're putting me in a bind
the way you talk your smack.If i didn't have something to lose i'd kick your
behind.
The decision is all mine
of what i do and don't do not yours. so let me put you in line.
For the time
I'm sick of your b.s and i'm about to lose my mind
i have given you nine
tries to come to me right
but you continue to be the burden in my life
So i made the ultimate choice to let this be my knife
that slashes into you, made from my strife.
Hey You, let me get something straight before i lose
my mind.
don't mess with me at all cause i'm no longer in a bind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem