Don't do it

she said.

the pistol was hotter than crystal, you know.. that one stripper with the nice ass

close to temple, how we pray

ok so now I'm against you I guess everything I say and ever one was wrong, write, so let's stress it's not easy to admit that this thing you wrote
sucks

the knives I sharpen sound like poetry

the sparks of metal heavy metal
rock out, lava style
my diamonds bezel round neck say
yo

ice he a rap star
he don't ever get nicked
burn more than NASCAR

I was confident
and profound
gone tones another place
wrong phones
grow another face

like monsters in my belly
my
I can't eat
food hurts..

she said...
don't do it
but this pistol it's carved so nice

don't do it
but

don't do it


I appreciate you. thanks for wasting your life trying to keep me.
a
life

verse too

um