*****, who you think you are? you're just a drunk fella at the bar coming to my face and dissing me your opinion ain't **** to me my words are my **** pride I wrote when my heart cried I wrote when my soul died I wrote and god knows I tried to be better but now I just ride with poetry running in my veins and prose coming straight from my heart
After seeing Chuck's Gangsta poem I loved the idea so much that I had to get out of my comfort zone and try it! This isn't my usual style but I hope you guys like it. This one's for you Chuck!