You betta step back

alright here we go , i gotta mind to many minds , my voice straight acts, and my backs under attack , like wow. its c.r.a.i.g. to tha E ah , i gots more lives then u cats Bustin gears. my drops like tha knox suka's runnin to tha cops(doom) but something in the after life keeps calling me, solitude and pain is all i need. Brothers growing dark, and light bothers me,the demons under cover is all i see. Its so def, freakin' right too mean to be elect Reflect, erase replace , Mind crawl, Remain calm Must begin to think, so i swooped, an you about to get grouped ,wont listen till I runin on ya with some different type shit b*tch, gonna find yourself dismissed, check out my brand new formula come getcha ratatat tat snitch.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2014

Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.

No Comments Yet

No Comments Yet. Be the first to Comment on this Poem!

Post a comment now »
Report Abuse for this page, if inappropiate

More Poems by nexus_crawler13

Stats for this Poem

on Apr 2014
219 Views
0 Comments
Last Viewed: Apr 23

Feeling Creative?

We use cookies to ensure that you have the best experience possible on our website. Read Our Privacy Policy Here