Poetry

Envision

Envision these pigeons tryna vulture a falcon
Mothafucker I’m a falcon! Flying higher than Jose
On a crazy drug stupor night
Baby, do you want me to fight?
Kuz I’m down to bash a face in
Make a Native American face out of a Caucasian
Yeah, I’m so sure of it
Hell nah! I aint no puritan
If pain was on a scale of 1 to 10
I’ve endured a ten, bitch. And I’m still going
Stop hoing and take your place on the throne with me
Being alone with me…is like Wow, a night of excitement
I’m the Latino Mike Tyson
Remember that ya’ll

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