the love of my life needs to find my soon im becoming lesser in soul like a prostitute my air is water and my floor is sand I'm holding the world in my palm i pray that god will see that I was good his lonely child in the heart of exile I'm so tired now, let me sleep never to be woken again unless the world becomes a field of rainbow and rain and grazing sheep and flowerville my stomach's aching make it stop my eyes are stinging you won't let them rest I can't smile my ears are blocked I'm in despair I don't have any friends maybe some, but they're too far either in distance or from my heart i can't wait until I fall in virtue or a well know that I tried and I grew tired of it all clouds nights moon stars sun all all all
what up
this sucks
you got a poem like a vacuum
that some bad news
suckin up your thoughts like dust
soundin stupid like a little kid
let you rest, bitch?
nah, stay up, hit the books
fore you try this shit
writer who's insipidest
poet who should really quit
(that's you) get it fixed
maybe read a classic
(if you even literate)
imma hit you with a fact:
imma wake you up again
hit you wit the light-nang
fore you even feel the rain
hit you in the gut
like a bullet BLAM
now you achin
from what I'm sayin
now you know yo shit is trash
bet you quakin
little nigga on my board
yeah he fulla shit
talkin bout his sufferin, blubberin
little baby talk
he got no girlfriend
stop
freal
you say you tried?
you think you tired?
nah, bitch, that's me
tired of all this shit you make me read
stop
read a book
learn to write a decent hook
learn to write words worth the space they took
learn to write a thing even worth a look
learn to taste this shit that you try to cook
and after all that
if you really tired
ditch this pussy shit till you feel inspired
peace