Superstitious - Poem by Stevens Cadet
Time to introduce; The man without a clone
A man apart but my mind is still up in my home
Cause dad is no longer home
Statistics though they ain't involved
A different problem I now gotta solve.
Drop dead, I'm 17 thinking what is going on
Cause for 17 I gratefully had one....
Father, who didn't choose to up & run
My train of thought is done…
For all that kid shit
Only son so now what began to hit..
Acted like I got a kid & I gotta sponsor this,
Name I was given, last Cadet for this mission.
I envision, a novel of these lyrics
When his beat went acapella.
Knowing my mother feels this
Mental scriptures depicted into vision
But my lyrics hieroglyphics, making pictures of what's flashing in my mind
Call it Poetic Wisdom
(Go ahead & snap yo fingers)
Although my lil john rapped up
I'm not really rockin with the....
'Bitches' cause simply they don't hear this
Thinking I'm a dog cause I'm gone after I get it
Tell them it's back to the mission
I'm reflecting but God is what they vision
Viewing what I did a little different
This is my expedition to admission of College living,
All your opinions are superstitious
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