bail

bail

A Poem by slayerjay

dust trails off as the bus stops at the gate
prison visits like a f*****g picnic is my fate
clean slate n***a, keep a clean slate n***a
how hard could it be to keep calm as you bring the hate ?
empty shells bounce of your plate as consequences over compensate 
Now your behind plenty bars and corrode as your bad move bring you to check mate.

© 2014 slayerjay


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Added on November 1, 2014
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slayerjay
slayerjay

Bangalore, Somewhere, India



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