Hungry. Freestyle

Hungry. Freestyle

A Poem by saviorys

People who know me
got used to me
the others try not to confuse me
with someone who just talks
and can't back it with walk
I ain't no need for daddy's money
wasn't born good looking
so my words had to be sweet as honey
I'm hungry for success, so I never had a tummy
gotta know that I come good
no matter you white, brown or straight from the hood
I bounce back
a little bit of drama king here n there
revengeful, i'll be your worse nightmare
abit of a metrosexual, so don't touch my hair
I'm the kid that's producing just for fame
not an actor, so don't have to remember my name
if linda is reading
damn girl, we were a shame
how you gonna leave me like I was part of your game ?
dennis, don't need to hate
cause I love myself too much to relate
I be getting awards someday
ain't that good now, but I'm doing okay
if you feel my flow
holla at me
10 years from now
it will be an honor to have met me
I rather be alone
than be unhappy with someone
cause I know when I get that money
she who don't want me die with envy
Make it big
walk that carpet
give an interview
I might shout out at you
look at me now
I'll do it myself
with or without you

© 2010 saviorys


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Added on July 1, 2010
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saviorys
saviorys

Scarborough, Canada



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