Burning Bullet

Written by: twanna Irisha

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!