Record decipher samples till desired
The world doesn’t need another crappy poet
Walking around with your head held high.
Take me or leave me, those were your choices; I told you before boy, I been hearing voices;
Who let these frogs out? Chasing and looking for something to stick to. They want to enter my reality and tell me that I just need to push through. But I been pushing. Yo. I been stomping. Yo. But I STILL ain't seen the flies that you ain't eat. Ya feel me?
I have been known to be too strong—for myself that is. So, what makes you believe you have even the slightest chance up against my pound-for-pound?
A little boy born with a silver spoon
She was angry, I saw that immediately. She scowled at me so familiarly.
All my entries are like a scientist's progress notes