By Arcassin Burnham


I don't know how I made it far this long in this condition,
Is the year ending or did I forget to mention,
The silence says a thousand,
And the words are spoken in Spanish,
You think you could pull the race card faster than you could manage,
Grip that soap,
Your a ***** if you drop it or not,
Federals killing blacks,
Now everybody has a quick route,
Joining one group,
Then quitting it to save one,
Recon against you,
Then that one you had was on the run,
Ignorant *** females picking on you in GED,
Even adults,
They weren't in it for the same thing,
That's why karma got to them,
Before I ever did,
Pathetic as your existence,
Not knowing where you live,
I had about 6 girlfriends this year,
And all them were fakes,
They use you when they need you,
Then say you made a big mistake,
Im here to take my crown back,
Won't let you step on me,
Not this time,
I'm growing up,
I need some tats on me,
Life is too **** short,
To be overruling,
Everybody brace yourselves,
20/15 is coming.