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My roses shoot bullets and my poems never miss like they're shooting blanks
Even though the expression on their face is sometimes blank
Me, I prefer my expressions stank
Faces from the crowd 
Metaphors got you high every time these soliloquies get loud
Me, I've always been more on the quiet side
But, I can turn the volume up if need be
Nerves on the inside floating like butterflies but my words will still sting you like a bee
Myself is the only person I can be 
So, I look in the mirror as a reminder or to see 
You're still that Memphis boy, Texas raised never phased 
Well, almost
See I'm not going to act like I have it all together when I don't 
But, I'm also not going to act like my sentences aren't well put together, no I wont!
Give me my flowers all roses please, and a paper bouquet if you're a creative because they never die you see
Or should I take another polaroid until you get the picture
I'm the young G.O.A.T. and no I'm not pretending to be
Those who don't understand will always question your brand, asking what's the deal
Then turn right back around and get my words tattooed to their brain or body because this poetry is something you can really feel
To the enemy I'll never kneel
Sin is taking over but I'll never let it win
Because I stay so clean, clean, and fresh even though my shirt is stained 
I'll never let this window pain hurt me or slow me down
Because my style can't be matched, not even in a mirror
Tell yourself that every time you look in the mirror
Try to be your best self always
p.s. this is just a poem but I'm gonna bite the bullet if need be...

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