The BreadA Poem by SW..if..TYHmmmm
Well here we go, bust out a flow
Swayin your hands to and frow When I rap Im considered a pro Never take a hand me down Earn it all on my own Im a man and im grown Bust some raps on da microphone F**k yo b***h n hear her moan Leave and head on home Light up and J and get hella stoned Im me, so I can't be cloned I can't hear ya if you ain't near or here Give me a beer to make it all clear So now we got crap replacin rap You take a nap and that's the trap With a lil bap and zap, give a hand clap Always keepin my rhymes tightly strapped Unleash em when I want you trapped Cracked the contract to extract the abstract fact Distract an attack usin' nothin' but tact © 2013 SW..if..TY |
Stats
184 Views
1 Review Added on March 15, 2013 Last Updated on March 15, 2013 AuthorSW..if..TYCharlotte, NCAboutI am brutally honest thinker, If something crosses my mind, chances are im going to say it, or write it down, whether its a rhyme, or a random thought on a random topic. I love poetry and song writing.. more.. |

Flag Writing