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Nov 2013
I swear I need the pulpit
Cuz life is kinda through with
And the ones that I'm not cool with
Is the ****** I went to school with
Yet I'm clueless
How is it that the ****** I grew up with
Is the ****** that stay tryna be up on that **** **** ?
But trust this
**** ****** can't never fit inside my crew
Cuz squares don't fit in circles, I learned that around the age of 2
And also that you never play around the ones who playing you
So play at school is something that I never found the time to do
A conscious dude, I am one
Life on earth, it ain't fun 
I often contemplate of ending it with grandad's hand gun
But god's son, I am him
And suicide just hands in
My soul to the devils home so I just roam until my life ends
But til then, I'm chilling, stacking millions to the perfect height. 
With all these shots of liquor, I black out to all these perfect nights. 
I can't remember nothing but this Bombay got me feeling right
And thanks to this ciroc I feel great up on some higher life
My sorrows of tomorrow disappear through this bottle 
But once I wake up from passing out its full throttle
Cuz life ain't slowing down cuz I got a couple problems 
But problems cant stop the kid, nah they never stop em
Plus stopping ain't a option when you living life with no regrets 
No fears of dying cuz I'm patiently awaiting death
So these risks I take our nothing, their just needed for this epic quest
That I'm taking right now to show the world that I'm the very best.
Brandon brown
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Brandon brown  Milwaukee, Wisconsin
(Milwaukee, Wisconsin)   
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