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 |
StatsAuthorSW..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..Writing
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