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  • HOW MUCH FOR A POUND?

    There are peopleWho deal themselves like drugs They become what you loveAnd dose you up Then cut the supplyTo keep you in line They let you tokeTill you are broke Then youre an addictAnd theyre up in smoke You got to have itBut now youre a joke Its plain madnessAnd youre on the phone And…

  • I MAY BE BROKE
    BUT IM NOT BROKEN

    if youre with someoneyou dont really likewho doesnt get you offor make you laughbecause they have money you are going to usea fuck ton of that moneyon drugsor some other destructive stupidityto fogetthat you are with someoneyou dont really likewho doesnt get you offor make you laughbecause they have the money you are going to…

  • FUCK MY TRUST FUND

    fail your wayinto my arms i’ve got a million dollarscome home pleasethen never comeneither one of us will holler its ok you fucked that guyyou needed to get offbut dont forget the cash is minei’ll always be the boss

  • NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
    OF THE KNIFE

    after you have sufferedenough abuseyou learnto listento your mindto your impulseto your intuitionand you realizeits going to hurtand you remember,you have felt that hurtand every timethe hurt went away faded to faintnessand finally forgotten it took a whilebut until you embracedthe clashing painthe smashof the withdrawal the stabof liesgot deeper and deeperfor ever its scary…

  • YOU WROTE IT BUT I WROTE IT DOWN

    when his mother diesand he gets the moneyhe will hate youfor disrespecting themand embarrassing himto the degree that you didas an ungrateful junkiewhile she was alive he will not reward youafter their deathi guarantee you this he will punish youas your window of good lookscloses,and his, will just be opening you see what women do…

  • THE TRUTH IS USELESS

    tell a girlyou dont ever expect to have sexwith herbut you want to write heralot of poems and she will call you a liar and then you will never have sex with herand you will write heralot of poems

  • BONE ME CUZ IM LONELY
    AND I WRITE POETRY

    always on the peripherywatching from withoutgazing in from afar taking notesand nothing else.

  • I’LL BE RIGHT. HEAR.

    If youre sick of dead beatsCryingControllingThrowing fitsWondering where you areBeing all on top of youChasing youBerating youAttacking youKeeping tabs on youAnd calling you at all hoursof the day and nightFor drama after dramaNever giving up no matter whatYou should date a 40 year old We just let you leave

  • BOSS? ME AROUND

    does it make you happy? when you attack me? when you make me feel lacking? wanna send me off packing?what the fucks happening? what are you attracting? some ugly sad thing? its unhealthy and maddening some kinda strategy! play close attention to your intentions before you mention bad things bout your brethren they need to…

  • quiet silent violence always triumphs, its science

    what tells you most is when people say nothing

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