You Dont Know What It Takes

You think I just got lucky?

I didnt work for this?

You dont know what it takes

Becaue you've never took the risk.

 

I grew up in the ghetto

Worked for everything I got.

You think I care about what you say?

Well, I dont.

'Cause you're not worth this.

 

Everywhere I look there's writing on the walls.

Disgusting.

 

Screw my haters

Because I hate that you guys breath.

You little disease.

 

Keep your hands off

'Cause I got a pair of brass knuckles

In the back of my car.

And my bro' getting hands on

For all f**s who hate.

 

I wake up in the morning

I feel undead.

Yesturday was so hard.

Not.

 

I feel undead 'cause

Im sick and tired of seeing

Your face.

Author's Note

Inspired by my favorite song, Undead by: Hollywood Undead :D
Speaker of poem: Gangter dude :) lol
Im sorry it does not ryhme a lot, but I did what I could with this poem. :)

Reviews

[just is]

never heard of the song, but i enjoyed this write.
writes don't always have to rhyme. Like this alot!

[MoriartyMesa]

I saw more of a Paddy walking the streets of New York, looking back at where he came from and knowing he the block is now his.

[Whiskurz]

I liked it.....I thought it turned out good....Whisk