By Arcassin Burnham
I should burn for this,
It was written,
The lead in the pencil splits,
It was the end,
For a new beginning of this,
I use to cherish this,
I use to take it back,
Not easy being black,
Its sad that's a fact,
Like I wasn't really ready for this,
Felt unrelated in this,
Messed up world,
Careless boys,
Careless girls,
But someone indebted to this,
Rappers say they carry guns like this,
Is it necessary,
Would the ****** Mary try to cool of
And Ever worry about a heat.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I should burn for this,
It was written,
The lead in the pencil splits,
It was the end,
For a new beginning of this,
I use to cherish this,
I use to take it back,
Not easy being black,
Its sad that's a fact,
Like I wasn't really ready for this,
Felt unrelated in this,
Messed up world,
Careless boys,
Careless girls,
But someone indebted to this,
Rappers say they carry guns like this,
Is it necessary,
Would the ****** Mary try to cool of
And Ever worry about a heat.
I like the last part
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