By Arcassin Burnham



Everybody's wondering when I'll make the next installment of hate,
But now-a-days I just sit my room and contemplate,
Put myself in a demons position , just to get some credit,
I'm 17 , don't need no permission , just to get embedded in this life that I want,
And you basic poets changing all the words to different fonts,
Basically this will separate the *** holes from the *****,
And election day is coming , nobody cares what you want,

The only one I trust is melz, she won't let me down,
Even when I wasn't around for awhile with my simple frowns,
I still put in all the work of serving what I could,
And these simple minded ***** still got me misunderstood,
My new girlfriends a toughy , she don't give a ****,
Knock a ***** a out , and drop her from her luck,
I hate to bring my wrath apond those I truly hate,
With some of y'all I can relate in an instant rate,
My audience is growing, and my days are getting darker,
When you stare inside the mirror too long it becomes the mocker,
And when the birds fly while tracking your every move,
You will see better days , just need to get it soon,
I will put it all the line this time , if  you don't agree,
Short (change) for a small packs of dimes, its time to make twentys.