Poetry

So Fearless

Dancing naughty I’m feeling

Haughty. Impulsive body
I inhabit. I’m a maverick like the cigs
I like to shoot baskets like the nigs
I think my hair I can cut it off
And sell it as a million dollar wig
Yo I spit attractive wit
I talk smack to any bitch
It’s like a switch that I can hit
When I turn it on and off
I told a pack of niggas
I’m the boss of this
My poetry’s a bucket
I cross it off my list
I think like Hamilton I Rip
Any emcee. I love a battle
I’m the type who wants to win the war
And also every battle

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