You don’t have to worry about me
Or the two hundred dollars
I can make it on my own
So I’ll put on a collar
And get a better job than you
Better vehicle too
Your friends will be buying from me fool
You’re such a tool
My rhymes will actually make it
I hope yours can shake it
They are going to be sick
I’ll put your name out there a little
Try to push you through
But I can’t say you’ll be able to hold
A title of your own
And you wonder why your parents
Don’t call you grown
In the end you’ll end up
Writing your worthless **** on your own
Run back to her
See if she’ll take you
Hah she doesn’t want your crazy *** either
You make it so easy to hate you
Somebody will love you one day
After they **** you
You’ll have nothing left
You’ll be at the end
Just before you go
Always know
You’ll always be in the mind of my pen

No Date
Ashli Jane