Poetry

Thugged Out

I move like a hawk in the chamber of anti-hawks
In the casino I may or may not stalk
hot-looking babes

Like lemon I aid the thirst, get it? Lemon+aid
I’m well paid in relation to someone who’s unpaid
And grateful for every dime I have
Thank you Lord, I feel like saying
But most of the time I don’t feel like praying

All my prayers have mostly been mental, I don’t say aloud my prayers

I would look crazy

Bitch I’m amazing

I hate sting the fake things

Kuz I’m awwthentic

Emphasis on awe

Mind over matter

And my rhetoric is strong

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