My Colloquial Pad

My Colloquial Pad

A Poem by SuaveS

My peers are getting something done with their lives and that brings tears, because we always use to share the same pear but fruit for thought it hit me I'm bound to be better than the next guy not knowing I'm the next guy. Most of them want to be rappers not knowing its not their gift that's a line about presents to make you feel my presence. I could be like the rest of them and rap but I don't want to rest I wanna bring up my rap. I'm born from a rib I guess that's why nothing is special until it has ribbons on it, wrap your thoughts around that. This is no ordinary script yet it is artistry from my arteries that flows in me. -suave

© 2016 SuaveS


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Added on March 16, 2016
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SuaveS
SuaveS

nelspruit, South Africa



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