red eyes tired from collecting rye
black ink to express what I really think
came from pink, come for pleasure
grass ain't always greener, some lawns got better weather
others got it all, gardeners don't have their shit together.
yellow crunchy greenery be the results of poor veggie raising
Russia cool with riddling civilian areas with shell casings
so much energy wasting, poltics based off of old ways of thinking
amber is to color of the draughts I be drinking, keep an amethesyst around the neck, its best for inebriation
Apathy and stagnation runs this nation, along with misinformation, and weird justifications to treat folks poorly
blues be the genre of choice, feel the pain and soul in the voice.
sunsets be hella orange, deep convos with your best buds be far from boring.
love my brown skin, self love keeps me from frowning
blow purple stuff as the sun goes down, gotta love the rainbow.
About the Creator
MC Flo Buf
Just a rapper doing it for the vibers and the 925ers. I've always wanted to have my own blog. This is my haven for writing. Poetry and playlists a plenty. Enjoy
Bandcamp: https://mcflobuf.bandcamp.com/
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