Sticks and stones

Sticks and stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones.

The way it goes is rain and snow.

We seen the hot we seen the cold.

The seasons come.

We seen them go.

Leaves fall down, only some seeds grow.

Jewel of the crown how my body is loaned.

Pawn me off now, watch me turn into stone.

Sticking around is forgetting...

How’s it go?

Why chose?

Woe be so alone.

Who close?

Cost effective souls- get sold.

Talking rotten cotton on my toes.

You lower than my socks, you couldn’t walk the way I wove.

You couldn’t block the life I rose.

Whenever they demolish all the blocks I used to roam.

I’m gon call a sonnet chop it leave a condom wrapper gross.

I’m a toxic rapper though.

Talk a lot of stick around whenever I get stoned.

She a garden, i’m a gnome.

If you get to crossing promise Ima body snatch a crow.

Less scary than bam you go.

I don’t want your bones a broken no I want your center fold.

End you like sentence broke.

Zero fucking cents then you messaging left on code.

Hit fifty percent on second poem.

Walking down this road i’m tryna type it how it’s spoke.

Rode a bike flip stick in spoke, broken spine trick.

Which big kick just chipped a stone.

Turn back flips into a note.

Written with sticks and etched in stone.

Here lies this river’s honest nymph.

She died alone.