having control on your swag
kris wu
kris wu
Mar 19      Mar 20

having control on your swag
is more important
than having control on your life

This is the definition of swag.
Isaiah Herpes
Isaiah Herpes
Aug 10, 2013

Snapbacks.
V-necks, low pants.
Bad grades.
Drugs.
Rude assholes
This is the definition of swag.
So why would you brag?
Because it really sounds like a drag.

come at her like
Whats your name?
What you in to?
naw thats not ganna work
got to get those words that ganna get you
Thinkin Thinkin
hold you like the pedals i'll never bruise
Naw to deep thats way to soon
how can i do this
step up to the table like hello my name is Luis  
man im like screw this
stressing to much thinking to far
gotta act quick before another dude raises the bar
I got it i got it i'll dance for her
naw got to think out the box
done thinkin ... i'll just wright a poem
Send her my thoughts.
End it with XOXO i like you a lot.

some say i have swag
wolf spirit aka quinfinn

A Poem by quinfinn

" senryu "

some say i have swag
others call me romantic
i am just a man

© 2013 quinfinn

u kno wat its like 2 have swag?
Sam Conrad

lolwut
man
fuck u
u kno wat its like 2 have swag?
no
u don't
cuz you nothin' fucka
i got fittie dolla bills out da ass

yolo

You already know, young Dan pops the heater
Come and slam a bitch, like a WWE Diva.
I go H.A.M on the track, tote the mac
Any nigga talk shit, Imma smack him with the strap.
So racked up, I could buy the mall
Come through, shop at Mr.Big and Mr.Tall.

I’m too swag for this ghetto
Johanna Star
Feb 11, 2013

My throat’s all scratched from this screaming I’ve done
My diaphragm is all rubbery from these animal calls
But I carry on until you answer my distresses

O Captain, o Captain! Take me away from these generic hoes
I’m too swag for this ghetto
These bitches be hatin’ but you were always mine for the takin’

So take me now—like I did you…
Please. We’re friends. We’ve partied together and cried together.
I even bought you taco bell.

Take me away on your disco stick because
This club can’t handle me and my electric sex pants

What good is your love when just our chakras touch…
I need your grasp, I need your smell…and your sexy, dramatic stare

Captain, my Captain, you may not be fly like Kanye
And I may not be glam like Beyoncé,
But this club can’t handle us right now

lol, don't take this seriously, i'm not a poet...yet
linda
linda
Mar 30, 2012

Deadbeat dad,
you can't compete with the patter of tiny feet.

Forever...
Shall I strive to be Mum & Dad in spite of thee.

You had your chance and made your choice
(..."and missed so much" in the saddest voice).

So distant, both in words and deeds,
both empty since you sowed the seed.

He was made with love, only mine.
So listen now...
We'll be just fine!

Jenneve Micaela
Jenneve Micaela
Feb 20      Feb 21

Fuck.
It's okay to cry little Billy... gangsters cry too.
u think u got it rough i have a severe bladder infection.
Don't go putting your wink in mysterious holes
You only love me for my body.

 
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