Black Poetry : FACTS IN LIFE

[rhymebad]

FACTS IN LIFE

At night turn the lights low start to write and flow my hype
Grow like planted seeds, at work make true salaries I’m ripe
For the weekend ate some oreos gained a few calories I gripe
About the work saw a gril in a tight skirt and forgot my own name //
Got tall rhyme fly at an all time high like summer heat, got hummer
On streets plus have cucumbers to eat before I sleep or slumber
Some cats try be thugs end up getting high on drugs go to jail
Or die as scrubs its a hell of a place to prevail without bale //
Time to eat I’m at hooters fast park my bike on Bermuda grass
And like LUDA trash EMCEES like used toilet paper from a wiped *** //
Try fool cats in highschool told em my flavor is good in the neighborhood
It was strong matter like being on a ladder but I couldn’t climb high I would
Wear fancy clothes wanted to be critical and hot like a political plot proud
An poised made a loud noise like a door slammed the applaud from the crowd
Use to even fear sneezing now life clear and pleasing like a good speaker’s voice
Make a weaker choice before choosing and losing in crime I was really a lost horse
Like wild stallions, felt broken like an old chair it’s a bold dare which led me no where

 

[watzinaname]

In life we get so many choices to choose from, and the wrong one can be costly. Looks like you chose the right course, flow on.

 

[$$RICH$$]

ya pen on fire i see