I Am Mad At Yuh Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Keep my head up,  
Somethings wicked to come 
I'm gonna have my fun 
leaving you to have none 
who shot em dead,  
I shall proceed to
do what I need
Ringing my phone,  
voicemail pick it up

Yes 
I don't want to deal 
with you no more
Save your sorrys,  
i'm not sorry 
what's replacable 
walks out the door
Yes 
cause like sonny
you won't love me
It's so funny
How you feared me

Little do they forget of the treasure they've found
It'll be realized when their rank has gone down

you're the dead wrong 
notorious P.I.G
somebodys gotta die,  
you are history
No more chance,  
piggie smalls, All eyes on me 
All eyes shall see
you without your baby

I don't need it 
How many tricks 
will it take till 
the offender surrenders
The sum always totals none
No matter what you say
You've loved me not,  
Game over roll the credits to the play
Do what you like 
it's all behind me, you're so yesterday
Putting the lighters up 
Saying goodnight to love 
I won't be missing you