So I wrote a Notorious word to the Crook King of Brooklyn who wrote the street book Based on how the street he took with feet quite fleet. You know his spirit i did meet, first last year on bicycle day A tab of acid found its way on my tongue it lay, in the bathroom mirror I was prone to say, "Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls" and my heart did in fear fall, Thought to myself "I swear I hear a glock click near my left ear" so I got the hell out of there. The second time was a bit more fair, the air of a fellow player, yao slanger, beat banger, he spat a 16 bar prayer of how he was an unknowing player In His plan a silent hand of hope for all the ****** that are broke. That the Sky is the limit, only make moves when your heart's in it, then you are guaranteed to win it. Ain't no sin against it, **** the world don't ask it for ****; that's word to BIG
Tame my wild heart, this violent beast beating through me. Encaged in my ribs, it threatens to beat right out of me. I stopped living in my dreams, the day that I woke up, but my wild heart raced away the heart break. And left me with a whole in my ribcage, were the notorious creature used to be.
you were everything my parents warned me about. you were the person only existing in my nightmares, never in my dreams. a beautiful mess of motorcycle rides, tattoos, leather jackets, and lit cigar.
you screamed trouble you screamed danger you screamed bad news.
but i was hooked the second your lips and mine moulded into one. you were like a drug i couldn't get enough of. but the comfort i once found in the warmth of your skin turned to flames i couldn't put out and i was hurt.
i should have known.
after all, if you play fire with fire you are bound to get burned.
inspired by wattpad story 'notorious' by noelle. go check it out! :)