thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..

Poetic Ammo

Ever been supersticious before? Though u think u might not be one nor settle for one or even be in the same

class as one?

And to be careless living ur life on the reverie..

Sometimes u dun need a chapter to tell u how to live ur life
Sometimes being there made ur day
Sometimes locked up in the gutter is all u hav

My mama taught me to be independent,
She had forgotten the chapter on heartbreaks..

I crawl my way to oblivion
Hoping God would forgive all my petty sins

Sometimes people laugh at what u do
Sometimes people dun take u seriously for what u are
At times u think if it's all worth it or not
At the end u bulldoze ur way thru without a backward glance.

Diamond earrings, gold pendants and silky dominions
Champagne glasses chink on marble floor
Mascara runneth in the bathroom sink
Bodies sprawled across cold hard stone

Papa dun cry it will be alrite
The angels gonna bring u to heaven's gate
Once I click on the trigger the heaven sings
Free I'll be, forever and ever more..

Cocaince suck on plastic soul
Body for sale, two at a go
Death in the air, bullets maketh the floor
Sins breed the men, women maketh the sins.

She was born during the mayhem season
Her mama runneth off with a raw maker of steel
Her papa never cares for her a penny or less
So she sells her soul, to the next bidder or two

Makeshift beds, and portable chairs
Orange juices swimming in the glass
Golden brown eggs and toasts ready for serve
Heady scents, ready mouths, hungry for life

*I need a man who's made, ready and packed.
So when I say go, he'd say where.
I cant deal with somebody who aint grown up yet or got commitments of his own,
I need a free soul*

"I'll show you how to do something once, I'll help you if you mess up twice, but the third time you're on

your own. 'Cause that's how it is in the world." - Aretha Robinson on Ray Charles

Good girls dun do, they read
Good boys are curious to try
Bad boys dun try, they are go-getters
Bad girls rules the world

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