This is me
Going off rage
If you don’t like it
You know what, get off my page
I laugh at friendship
Like it a comic on stage
You can care for it
But to me its more like a snake
I thank friendship for
stabbing in the back
now I treat loyalty
like I treat a loaded Gat
to yall, this is jus my loaded facts
but to my real brothers
this lets them know where I be at
if you got a problem with this
I welcome you to meet my anger
Bring who you want, it’s an all show
You’re still in danger
I got plenty of words
For all these haters
I’ll have them Harlem shacking
Like they got hit with the Taser
And I’m so sick
Of these fake friend tears
Why you think I was in anger management
For three straight years
There’s not one of yall
That this guy does fear
Im a boxer with his hands up
Cause the pain starts here
I got a whole team
Full of grumps
Bread, pass me the hot sauce
These fake friends are plain noodles I’m eating for lunch
I got no time
For arguing and the fuss
Im young air force
I got wings, I’ll leave you in the dust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
leaving in the dust, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.