By Arcassin Burnham



If judging Is how you choose to fornicate,
Living out your dreams while you procreate,
She was only that told you could make it son,
You long for the feeling but this is not a give or take,
Unless somebody steal from ya,
Jumping out of the birthday cake,
Two for one meat feast pizza deals,
Not remembering you ate,
And when they see you eating,
They from hungry for the feelings of hate.