bailA 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 Last Updated on November 1, 2014 Author
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