bang

A Poem by winter;lyra

out with a bang
no print, we dash
outta here but we fresh
because i ain't no snitch
but i know who i am
and that i have what i have
a body in the bag

out with a bang
no plans, we men
up the stairs, we just can
fall with a bang
open the mansion
you're just full with passion
you're too late to sanction
i'm out here in the trash