By Arcassin Burnham




Stuck in the middle of whats right and wrong,
I was dieing in the fear of needing love,
The love so strong,
ItS kind hard not to be a ****,
With all these ******* around ya,
Talk is cheap, running their mouths be too quick,
And lame writers making disses that look like bad raps and essay papers,
It will only offend us , it you make us,
The mafia is whack as ****,
And melz recruited *******,
You really think I'm giving up,
Like ******* on striPper poles,
You all are an embarrassment, to poets everywhere,
I should delete my HP for how you poorly known,
I can take the feeling out your flows and make it an extraordinare,
I don't need it anyway I got website of my own,
With an audience on facebook,
That expect more from me soon,
Trying to check my page every now and aagain,
To see if I'm dissing you,
Are you that scared,
So unprepared,
Fakely incompatible,
With all affairs,
I swear I would drop names,
but y'all Dead to me,
Your not there,
Where did you go,
Where are you words,
Please use your tongue,
No further questions can't be sunt,
Gave you life,
You wanna breathe,
Stoping you from not doing so.