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My Thoughts

****

I slipped

and

fell backwards.

Stood up on my own two feet

so as not to look awkward

but I staggered with an Obama like swagger.

I beg of you,

**** please, can we go a lil faster?

For my life expectancy

I am not the master.

I got kids and bills

legacy of a broke *******

If I was Cancer

it'd be a disaster

cause Medicare don't take kindly to me

I owe badly.

Sadly, it's the truth

and I'ma King

and yet still get treated like

I don't have a dream!

Beams of light hit this planet

so beautiful and amazing

and yet we still take it for granted

having all these babies

without no savings.

Gotta steal and not ****

to get by lately.

Call my creditors maybe

hopin' to get a better rate

on my **** cravings.

Feel like I'm from K-Pax

stuck like Kevin Spacey.

Hate me if you want.

I don't give a ****

You can live my life

I'll take yours and run a muck!

Dear Abby,

please don't confuse this

I really don't wanna do this

suicidal thoughts are useless.

Proved foolish

clueless is what I am

to sucka's actin' dufus!

Radio Raheim,

I know he rocked two fist.

My Mama could really give two *****

I'm too ******

Abused by a ****

she ain't

taken no ****

She too ruthless.

You can call her Brutus.

If I'm taken too long

then go to another booth den (then)!

Two pens,

write with both hands.

Call me Ambidex-trian. (Ambidexterity)

If you Mexican

maybe you can request again.

Send me back from Iran

holdin' two cans.

Livin' on the streets

beggin' like po man.

Served this country

and can't get a helping hand.

Take a stand!

Remember when we used to believe in

Unite We Stand?

Yeah right!

What a joke we plan!

When words spoken to those just a slogan.

Big ups to Joe Rogan!

Knockin' nigga's out

wit' one blow man.

These words I deliver

like the local post man.

So-cam

I mean So-com

That's my sons favorite game...

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Written by
amaru
American
Published
Jun 17, 2011
Lines·Words
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Notes

This is part of a free style I put together. I like it so much I (aka Mista Woosaa) am making a music video for it.

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