Looking me dead in the eyes,
Feeding me lies,
To keep me happy,
Plotting on my demise,
Trying to trap me, but I rise,
In this track meet I won the prize,
I don’t compromise and it all comes from pride.
I ramble on these poems,
My mind in shambles to be prestine,
But I’ll gamble on a quick scheme,
Already had a queen,
So I don’t have to chase a dream girl.
Have I weakend your doubt
Yet?
What’s a plug to a outlet,
Without stress,
I won’t keep my enemies close,
Wont turn a wolf into a house pet,
There’s no living without death,
Life is a crap table,
And the reapers making his side bets,
I digress,
Is it really to much to digest,
It’s about progress if your tryna stop death,
I side step and I’m not dancing with Satan,
So much information for you to process.
Who has next?
Think that I’m finish, but I have a lot left,
Don’t want to take part want to take over.