"zack" poems
It's been nine years now. Nine years since the angels took you away. Nine years since I stood at the home, looking at your peaceful face; eyes closed, a ghost of a smile gracing your lips. It doesn't seem that long. It seems like yesterday you were calling me your little princess; I'm still that little girl at heart. The one who believed she would grow up to be a beautiful elegant contessa. I don't have many memories of the times we shared as I was only young when you passed. In fact, sometimes I struggle to picture your gorgeous, smiling face telling me stories of your past of advice for when I grew into an elegant older woman just like you were then.
I was only 6... 6 years old and I had to go through the pain and heartache of having my nan cruelly taken away from me. I'll be 16 next year. I'll be having my prom next year. I will be leaving year 11, getting my GCSE results and starting A-levels next year. So much has happened in these 9 short, short years. There is so much more to come and you won't be here to share it with me. My graduation from university, my first career move, my marriage, my children... Your great-grandchildren. You won't be here for the good times, the bad...The happy and the sad...
There are certain qualities about you that I will always remember... Being made banana sandwiches every time we went round to your house! Having a Sunday roast with you and Granddad every single week! Your 60th birthday (I knocked Zack down and felt so chuffed!) The last birthday you ever spent with me... You made my birthday cake that year... If I remember correctly, it was a princess castle with all the Disney princesses stood around it! You told me I deserved a cake because I was a beautiful princess also.
I know you will be looking down on me and the family just to make sure we are alright! I just hope it's a smile on your face and not a frown! I hope I have made you proud nan... I really do. I hope you Rest In Peace nan and I will never forget you. Forever in our hearts and minds. 15/06/2004... We love you nan and always will. <3
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
Stand up on top of your castle
Watch all the pretty lights dance
Come down to join in the party
Trip out and dance
Lucy makes everyone happy
But confused
The outside world is fun one
But inside
There's a whole nother fun you can use
Psychedelics will open your mind
To the world outside
and the one within
Which are both seperate
and the same
You can't just be focused on the outside,
The pretty things,
The fame
Inside it is beautiful,
Spiritual
Quiet and secluded
With too much outside
Your brain can get deluded
X and acid, TCB
DXM and DMT
**** and *****
All the drugs you use
Can be abused
That bass can make you lose your mind
Go blind
With all the bright lights
Until your mind's not the only thing you can't find
Unwind
Sit inside Zack's truck
And take some down time
Get your mind unstuck
This place is beautiful
These people are trippin
But if I see one more hot ***
I'm gonna lose my loose grip
and
****** is not sexuality
Peace, Love, Unity, Respect
Help you out when you need it
What's given out is given back
Aesthetic
is a beautiful
but
overwhelming
experience.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC
STARFISH
Washed up upon the beach
a tiny shape,
dry abandoned,
once danced upon the waves,
partied with the seas hair,
nobody cared,
sometimes hovered neath the waves,
has plenty of arms,
but unable to wave,
to summon a little assistance,
this fella lost his anchorage,
adhesive pads became released,
so with the turned of the tide,
laid on the beach dried.
Perhaps a child may collect him,
while she's playing on the golden beach,
a summer's drift,
just have to wait and see.
(C) Livvi
INSPIRED BY ZACK
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
It’s amazing how one hospital trip can change the rest of your life. Or even lack of one even. He was four. I, three. It was late, I had no idea why I was going to Bridget and John’s house. More importantly, I didn’t know why Zack wasn’t coming with me. 11 pm, I guess that’s pretty late for a three year old. I don’t think at that point I really had any grasp on what was actually happening. That nothing would ever be the same again. Half asleep, trudging to that sliding glass door I’d seen hundreds of times. I went into the house, the aroma of sweet cinnamon and love hung in the air.
Burnt toast and peanut butter. That pretty much sums up an entire year of my life. Three years old, and for almost every weekend, which was too many, spent with Bridget and John, sleepless nights and peanut butter toast. There was: late night toast, midnight toast, way too early morning toast, morning toast, breakfast toast, too much toast. I think I was a picky three year old, then again, that isn’t exactly unheard of. I wasn’t very fond of peanut butter or toast, but I still ate it. I yearned for a sweet taste of normality. I craved something routine. Funny, because my life was everything but normal during that year. Funny, because I will never eat peanut butter toast ever, again.
Many nights spent waiting for an answer. Wishing to go back, and hoping for everything to be okay. But as the car rolled out of the gravel driveway on that first night, so did an unmedicated future for my brother.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
All my life it's been hard to see the sun
With this giant shadow cast above
It started with a brother who was always great
And now a best friend, their greatness seems to hover
Thought once a grew older
And away from my brother
It would be easy to be great
Now over shadowed from another brother
For the longest time my name was "Gabe's Brother"
How I longed to have my own Identity
I wanted to be Greg ******
Qualities so great others could see
And now at work I have the same
Zack is always a little better a little faster
But what I don't see most times is
I'm actually smarter and stronger
I always try to see what I'm not
I used to ignore my own qualities
Looking now I see I am Greg
My own greatness my own personality
I may not have a six pack
Or be able to get the perfect ten
But I'm competent and a leader
I still have the capabilities to win
For once in my life I'm no longer under a shadow
For once I crawl out of the shadow and into the sun
I can proudly say that my name is Greg
No one to compare to, the number to my name is 1.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
Miles and miles and miles away,
is a big lovely place we like to play,
we jump and bounce,
we we spin and ponce,
all in the middle row's house
Daisy,Zack,Seb and Fi,
we all wonder so dearly,
how they are such a fabulous family,
And we wonder in the middle row's house
Meanwhile downstairs the adults are all fine
until they start drinking sebastian's posh wine ,
suddenly everyones up and dancing,
their all drunk and some are prancing,
They drink in the middle rows house
Upstairs the kids play and play
Maybe they think it's the only way,
say play Ava say play
Everyone plays in the middle row's house
WE ALL LOVE THE MIDDLE ROWS
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
“delete history”
I think it’s pretty gay for a bunch of sweaty queers
To be sharing spit w/ each other
In a ******* closet
I think my ***** smells like macaroni
I used to jack off to animals beign tortured
I used to tell my mom
Im not pretty
Im not pretty
throw rocks at your garage
"BAAAMMM"
It’s hard to come up with 4 things at once,
I want to play violin in a bathtub at 4 AM
Because 4am’s cool
And it’s not really night or morning
It’s just stinky
Im just a kid with their stinky feet on a splintered stool
Watching suite life of zack and cody
In a pair of boxers they/i haven’t changed for like 3 days
I have a bic pen bumper sticker tattoo on my ***
You made me **** your **** and feed your bunny
And you made me hate white boys
I generalize
I forget to feed my tortoise sometimes
I don’t forget to feed myself
Im not cool and skinny and white
Im fat and
I never forget to feed myself
I eat the stuff on my body
Im my own **** tree I beare my own fruits I think you
Should get used to how GROSS I am
I got heartburn
In all the wrong places
I got an ache below the waist
and a cold sore on my heart
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
Archaic Archeopteryx is my spirit animal,
a fossil in a niche,
not concerned with walking mammals.
Whether lyrics rip sick new tears in reality,
like 666 the beast that's brewing in my belly.
Zack de la rockin', and I'm blocking out my worries with words,
twist a sentence like an arm, feeding my guilt to the birds.
Killing in the name of peace,
please,
killing for that long lost spiritual release.
Pick a part to play in life, but so many covers,
don't concern myself with me, validation from others.
Jolts spark dark with an air of uncertainty,
bleached bones bathing in the acid of society.
Toxic to the touch, lead in the lungs,
a blur in the vision, and a pin on the tongue.
Born of a broken man, bandaged with spoken poetry,
the anti-spider web spun by the flies of normality.
Not born as a ghost,
but destined to become,
gather the people under the sequel of the still warm sun.
Rage planted the seeds,
with rap I watered through,
trimmed the shoots with abstract thought, now watch this flower bloom.
Pick a part to play in life, but so many covers,
don't concern myself with me, validation from others.
Jolts spark dark with an air of uncertainty,
bleached bones bathing in the acid of society.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
When he was eighteen
Went to his mom to confess
Mom I'm gay
All I do is think of men
Dream of two or three at a time
From Sunup till forever
Staying on my knees never getting up
I'm going amputate my feet
Donate them to an amputee
Not one to be wasteful
Hope this don't make you sick mom
Called his father who answered just to scream
Don't call me ***
Then the familiar sound of the phone hitting the ground
Starts laughing cause this happens every time he calls
Six hundred spent on replacements
His mother goes to interrupt he cuts her off
Mom there's more
I'm addicted to gay ****
To the point I seen everyone
Now I watch straight and my stomach turns seeing the girl
Would've told you sooner but I didn't want you to be like dad
Your all I got
But I been busting nuts for years staring at men's butts
One day, and this bad
But I almost ***** the mailman
But Saved by the Bell came on and Zack is my favorite
Hope I haven't let you down
I hope you still love me
I hope.... She cuts him off
With a long strong embrace
Few tears falling down her face
Love whoever you want
Be with anyone you choose
I'll always want what I always wanted for you
Just to be happy
You have never disappointed me
Until now
Remember those nights when you was five
I sat and held you to calm you after your father left you
The anger you had at fourteen and took out on me
The lost time we had cause of the two jobs I had in order for us to make it
But most important
Don't you remember the most important thing I taught you
If you did you wouldn't be sitting here telling this story
It's a good one and if I wasn't so hurt I would make you prove it
I can't believe this is how you do me knowing I'll die fighting for you
This ain't your first lie but it's by far the worst lie
I'm seeing what I always been afraid of
You being like him
She came by today to let you know in person being you quit taking her calls
You were gone so she told me that you should know
She's not pregnant
But now what bothers me more is
What if she was
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Russell, Taynon, Josh and Stephanie
Thank you for willing to be seen with me
Zack, Anthony, Lili and Max
Thank you for accepting all of the facts
Danica, Cody, Shayne and Steven
Thank you for keeping the playing field even
I know I’m forgetting so many names
So many faces and so many claims
So, to all of you who I call friend
Here is the message I’m gonna send:
You’ve all been there through thick and thin
Better friends there have never been
Stories, poems, rants and obsession
You listen and aid my mental progression
I could write this thing all day
And still I know it would not say
What you have all come to be
And what you all mean to me
And yeah I know, I’m awesome too
My being here is an honor to you
But my dear Ninja, Artist, and my Writer
My prep, my worshipper and my oddball character
You’re the ones with whom I rock out
You’re the ones who won’t let me pout
So, speaking quite seriously
I hope you don’t ever leave me.
SO! Please stand up and cheer
All of my friends here
Because if you don’t it will be quite queer…
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
I am a little boy again
Is the supermarket empty?
I am the ugly duckling
Is there life outside the pond?
I am a cub in a giant cage
Is there a zookeeper?
I heard there was an oasis beyond the desert
My warmth adds up, the numbers don’t
My spirit searches, my mind wanders
There are a billion faces behind my own
Is one of them me?
I clutch my teddy, violated
Looking for a lake to wash in
I slap on a face before I go out
Zane, Zack, Z’karyah, kotch, Psalmspitter,
Tenderfoot, Buddha, Dylan, Matthew, MiaR
I look for shalom, but find chaos
A thousand roads forward and back
Do any of them lead me home?
Where? What is that?
Sides draw battle lines, I am cut in two, or three, or four
As the little boy inside me tries
To figure out what to search for.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Boil, boil, bubble, and brew,
What ingredients do we need to make this stew?
A fisherman’s old, rotten boot?
A coin, shiny and new?
A pigeon's calming morning coo?
Ah! It says here that all we need is:
A child’s old toy
To make a boy
A redwood twig
To make his head big
A vulture’s song
To have him do all wrong
A scale of a snake
To make him a snake
Yes, that’s right
The boy we’re making isn’t going to be a knight
The so-called myth,
The hero, "Zack Smith"
Will be quite far from it,
The opposite in fact.
To make the most dreadful guy
Have all he do is play and lie
We’re going to need a whole, WHOLE lot more.
We’ll need:
A peacock’s heart...
Let’s make it two!
He’ll be sick with double the pride
To be irritating, a mosquitoes coo
The tongue of pig to make him snide
Another three mosquitoes!
So there’s no doubt
That he’ll be ugly inside and out
An entire weasel
For in the entire world, he’ll be the most sly
All he’ll do is play all day
Let's add the cotton-tailed rabbit’s dance
“I’m the greatest!”, is all he’ll say
While holding his nose high in a prance
Now the pot’s overflowing with stuff to make this boy
The last two things: The heart and the brain.
Shall we make his heart pure? His intentions, good?
He’ll mean every word of what he says?
He’ll really... care?
No.
He could never, it’s too late.
We don't need these last two things.
Let’s pour this horrendous mixture into a mold
And put it into the freezer to let it become cold
I’ll sit and wait for him to freeze
When he’s done and solid
What will I do?
Maybe I’ll keep this horrible Grinch of a boy
Try to teach him proper manners
And not let him near people he’ll emotionally destroy
But most likely I’ll let him go
He reminds me too much of someone I used to know
I’ve given him everything (except a brain and a heart)
And he’ll give nothing back
When he’s done
I’m pushing him out into the world to wreak havoc
He’ll hurt some people along the way
But they’ll recover within a day
If they don't, they can join me
And craft boys out of pain and jealousy
But that won't happen
Because, you see
With a name like Zack Smith
Forgettable is what you’re bound to be.
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
I woke up in someone’s backyard under the stars
with a cracked iPhone and a handful of pills that weren’t mine
but I took them anyway
and you were laying half under me with white residue under your nose
and a black eye from where you punched zack trying to get away
because he’s on the run and we needed somewhere to stay
and he broke your brand new **** in half
I woke up in the backseat of your car under a blanket and you
from too much drunken *** in the middle of the woods
and I got out of the car and tucked your **** back into your ***** pants and watched the rest of the flames turn to embers
as our friends smoked the last of the ****
and I could have sworn Kyle was drinking the **** water
which was straight from the river
and you stole $14 from me that night
and you were bleeding from your brain
but that’s okay
because my heart is still the only thing harder than the
rock you cracked your skull on
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Alex in second grade was sharing cookies and kisses on cheeks
Jacob was fourth through sixth grade, he was holding my hand soft and calling me by my new name "girlfriend"
Cory was summer, swimming pool, stolen kisses, and a new name "sweetie"
David was seventh grade, english class, whispers and giggles, passing notes
Austin was dancing, he was crying, he was soft kisses and the playground
Eighth grade was Grant, he was a week, he was promises that were never kept
Cody was the spring, he was new, he was old, he was out of school, and he gave me a new name "sweet ***
Zack was summer, he was the begging of school, he was skipping, he was the one with his hand up my skirt
Anthony was a secret, he was *** he was pushing and pulling, he was bruises
Caleb was innocent, he was steamy he was passion, he was long days, and short nights
Danny was the mall, late night facetime and long talks
Dallas was hard cold raw *******
And you
are
new
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
My next door neighbor Zack
Put both my sister and me in the hospital
On different days and years
And after all this time
I don't think I've had a real neighbor
Since Zack
Ah, the price we pay for familiarity
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Bottles of alcohol squat on the counter, and cigarette butts
like yellow dead June bugs on the floor.
Bottles of shimmering reasons to not care about a hangover,
to leave prom early and rejoice in your parent’s absence.
Glistening necks, elegant glass nubs with no cap
tipped up into mouths screaming proud and hoarse,
We are STUPID! And CONTAGIOUS!
our ***** voices breaking under the radio sound
to a loud song whose generation no longer cares.
But we do, dumb boys and girls in a truck, rolling around town
like Haylee’s bottle of Jack Daniels in the trunk—
aimless, optimistic, and looking for reasons, so
buy a pack at the Chevron and let’s go smoke!
That’s enough, after all, isn’t it?
Reason enough to crack the windows, find a Carlyss backroad,
waste away midnight and half a tank of gas.
Still, as I drive on, a 90s rock station stimulating rotation of the spliff,
that smell puts my mind out of guitar solos and into placid hallways,
Smells Like a night in my dad’s apartment,
the stubbly couch with the nicotine blanket,
the Marlboro tone in the air, concrete crumbs and a lighter’s grating chrrt.
Divorce sounds like alcohol—
a word that burns, something sterilizing and for adults only.
But I don’t care, it’s my turn on the spliff,
and the backseat of my truck sounds more Alive
than the old horror movie rentals he would put on.
And why should I worry about what sobriety means
when we’ve been planning this night for months now?
All stocked up on Bacardi and Smirnoff Ice, Captain Morgan’s, Svedka, Mike’s Hard,
Swisher Sweets wrapped up in the **** bag—
We shoot our *** soldiers eager to start the war,
that war against a domestic unknown enemy,
an enemy dangerous and subversive, like sober-minded aspirations.
And while Zack rolls the blunt, while Jack finds his Camel pack,
while you ask for a hit of Haylee’s cigarette,
I fill a glass with water, my intention to hydrate
exactly as genuine as my intention to forget about it.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
kufu
pause
bunny babylon eden
pause
deniso
pause
wrist rocket
black hole
pause
it is ok?
pause
win
pause
anhiahlater vanishes
pause
****
pause
puff
pause
when i go away....
"moment of silence"
in goes the carry-away
pause
coinage
pause
becomes nonexistent
~TELL THEM ZACK~
youre lost
pause
unborn
pause
watchers-wings-fly-away
pause
lost
!!!my point!!!
the point exists
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
ALL-HEIL ALL-HEIL BANK-ZACK
ALL-CASH N DETRIMENT
NO PRECIDENT
PRESIDENTIALLY PROTHESIZED,
COMPRAMISED ON THE UNDERGROUND
BREAKING BARRIERS AN SPREADING PRODUCT
LIKE LUE KANG!!
SCARTCH THAT WHIP THAT IN THE LAB,
WINNING SPINNIN THE ALBUM ,
LIKE ROCCA MOSCOW KNOW-
HOW IT GO FOR MY-
FOUR BANG HARDER
IN THE TINT...
MAKE ME SLOW DOWN AN RUN POCKETS...
ITS SCARY OUT HERE FOR THOSE WANNA BEEZ ....
WHO CANT KEEP TREES,
SO THE TRIGGER WE SQUEEZE,
BODIES PILING WHY THEY DYING!!
QUESTION AGAIN SLAIN A QUICK COME UP?
DEMOLISH THESE ******* QUICK?
CONSTITUTE OUR RIGHTS AS NATURAL HUMANS?!!??
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
one tubby tubby tubby, two tubby tubby tubby, 3 tubby tubby tubby, 4!!! shes fattest of all-watch how zack shake the earth an watch her fall because thats how i ball......
shes phsyco, dillusional, depressed eater- non veggie meat feaster.. she said she got no std but believe me noone in the world not even with a 10 foot pole an ****** on it would hit it.......
zack legendary she isnt... zack got the skills more precise then a surgeon her fingers to fatt thats faxx...... zack makes boss moves she looks like a fat case who do voodoo-broke *** burger king manager, wearing hoodies in summer... better for me cover that skin-muffin top, fatty when you eat its a sin.... go do lethe to make ends... we dont need you we wont feed you **** apartment dweller boutta call wendys an get you fired!!!
POST MY ADDRESS AGAIN SEE WHAT HAPPENDS-FULL BLOOM... YOU FEEL CONFIDENT POSTING MY ADDY... POST YOURS.... YOU ARE SCARED... MATTER FACT
LETS TEST MY SKILLS//// YOURE SICK IM NOT-EVEN THO I TAKE THE WHOLE PHARMACY!!!! YOURE INSECURE POST THAT BELLY FLABB POST THEM ROLLS-IM CUT AN SWOLE, ILL POST MY ABS ANY DAY OF THE WEEK... YOURE WEAK YOU WREAK AN CAN BARELY LIFT A LEG, WACK BEACHED WHALE, GO DIE NOONE LIKES YOU, BE CAREFUL BEFORE I PULL UP AN DRIVE BY LEAVING YA DEAD THE WHOLE 9... YOU GOT 200$ DOLLARS I GOT 200 BILLION..... NO COMPETITION... YOUR WHOLE LIFE YOU CAN WORK FOR WHAT I MAKE IN 30 MINUTES....
SEE WHAT HAPPENDS DARKY GO PLEAD RACIST AGAIN ILL TAKE YOU OUT-THIS AIN A RHYME ITS PURE LOVE I CARE FOR PEOPLE AN DONT WANNA SEE YOU GET SHOT.... ARYAN TILL I DIE IM GOD YOURE NOT!!!! YOU NEVER WILL BE OR AMOUNT TO ANYTHING NEAR OR COMPARED TO ME IN ANY COMPOSTITION.......
accept the fact you will never succeed, because you spread negative energy its disease take that drama an b.s. elsewhare.....
im done because youre done the next one gets worse
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Concrete bam
Banned thoughts and a wall
Warned by lights
Lit like starts
Streak bam
Panic attack
Ah
Clark’s mad
Adamant’s back
Card
Dollar
Rant
Tat toc tic
Cat
Track tunnel
Lies, spies,
Zack is hard
**** day
Yay or nay
You are here to stay.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Oh you know her?
She likes you
She wants you
She's into you
Go for it man
Go for it Zack
Go for it Bud
And then, standing,
Choking on the words I pretend to mutter
Sputtering with embarrassment at not being heard
But unable to speak louder
Caged behind a wall of glass emotion
Colorless
Odorless
Painless
The pane holds it in
So I let nothing out
Blank expression
Relaxed body language
Are you tired?
Yeah, I had a late night
Not a lie
But not the truth
Hide behind the sleep
Or the ****
Keep to myself
Who cares to know me?
Listen instead
Learn secrets
Maybe about you
Maybe about other people
Could be interesting
Uninterested
Wonder if I look that way to the customers
They tip well
or not at all
Hard to tell
Spiraling into control
Learning to live again
You've degenerated me
Back to the middle school
version
Timid
Shy
unsure
unconfident
Wanting to escape
Nothing to say
Nothing that would matter to anyone anyway
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Jane’s vacation spot is so cool!
Did you see her meal?
It made me drool
if only you knew Jane downloaded those images from the internet
Zack, the coolest guy in my school has such huge number of companions
If only my circle could grow..
Zack’s friends only care about the resources at his disposal and they won’t hesitate to leave him when things go sour
Cara went to a fancy restaurant today
On the off chance that i had more companions and assets
A couple of shots ought to drown this distress…
Veronica’s man showers her with so much love and care
On the off chance that my man was that way
Did you know he showers her with gifts after making her bleed
Aww, they are one major cheerful family!
In the event that my family could learn
If only you knew the kids parents are considering a divorce
Peter is constantly upbeat
I believe he has got everything
Did you know he secretly wishes he could die
She has a decent figure
I am certain she works out a great deal
If only you knew the number of medical procedures she needed to resemble that...
The Internet allows you to see the immaculate lives people are living.
Our youths admire internet superstars who have a large number of followers on their platforms and try to be much the same as them.
Your so called celebrities or role models upload altered versions of their lives so you could think their lives are perfect
I’m sure most of them have times when they weep and question their potentials.
Days where everything gets so empowering and they wanna quit.
Days where they’re not sure of what the future will bring? But you don’t see that in their pictures/ videos.
Beneath the perfect selfie or video rests turmoil.
Youths nowadays are constantly bothered about the likes and views they have on their posts and they won’t hesitate to take their posts down if it did not gain enough attention.
Honestly, I do feel bad sometimes. I see my peers in foreign places, posting pictures of their achievements making me question my ability.
I always ensure I’m consisted for I whatever I do is credible cos I know my success is close
© Oluwatobiloba Kolawole
March, 2019
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
Ran from the police
120 cruise control
Full load
Quarter ton
Quarter water
Why you run
I got away son
8k a year 100k bill
1 billion to a couple billion
Still whip the streets
Slowly creepin
Neighbor hood watch
Fully equip 1 billion bullets 10 minutes
Pack them shells
Load that copper
In the chopper
F35 hover b f22 rapter
Gone g
Tanks like jackie chan
**** around an find out
Ran a stop sign shook run over
Locked up
Straight to jail
Hit the prison system
****** a cell
Before bail
No new whips
Have my ***** keister
A blick
**** a reaper
Actin rico
Slaughter charge
George no form
Rocca ella katt to late
Hammertown
Big tenn nasa bamma
Lay a moon landing
Smoke gods dust an blind you
You my slave
Born an raised
Slave you want 10 million
Hit up big homie
Free world
But the day come
Aliens attack
Big Zack gonna blast
Have fun an body ******
To many piled up burn them at night
Like i said
30 mins 50 billion rounds
No wood alive
Brick wood felon happy
Apr 27, 2024
Apr 27, 2024 at 10:17 PM UTC