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About This Poem
Burning Bullet
Burning Bullet
As a aromatic substance,
burning like a coolwater incense.
Keeping them in suspense.
I'm a queen I come with my own swarm of bees.
From throwing rocks to carring glocks.
I'm cocking my clip for the new verse that I spit.
Tearing them apart, ripping hearts.
Spilting heads laying them to bed.
My mouth is like a pistol, it shoots pitiless missile's.
You must not know about me.
I bring the heat any where I be.
To the left, to the left, a bullet staright to the chest.
This is my profession, I'm the one who professes!
Burning Bullet...
To true to the game, my style burning like a flame.
Keeping it gully from beginning to the end.
I love being empty within.
Drop the act, you'll stay a hood rat!
Why are you going through my fam like a photographic cam.
I'm a burning bullet...
Just to fantastic, personalitiy is magnetic.
Life style is justifiable justice,
to a journey to how I live this!
Coming up poor, to getting rich making them feel foolish.
A long lived existence....
a burning bullet!
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