freestyleA Poem by kayamon215My future ain't looking good so I think imma bring that rock back go back to when I really popped gats on the block just blowing on that loud pack and I ain't gonna stop until I got 5 racks don't mistake me for the bullshit and the lies that y'all keep hearing from these other guys you must be advised might come as a surprise but they hammas don't really fly like out in PHI but i'd rather use my fist to just trash you I try to only resort to violence if I have to ask the streets I go nuts like a cashew I spit them rounds that turn you to a statue it's natural people telling me to be humble but ain't nobody say that when my stomach use to rumble I use to be that nervous little boy that always mumbled but n****s dropped the ball and i'm here to pick up the fumble
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3 Reviews Added on June 22, 2013 Last Updated on June 22, 2013 Authorkayamon215philadelphia, PAAboutim from philly i just recently started writing and want to connect with more writers to improve my work more.. |

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