Darker Days Pt1
Days of rain bring me great pain close to the Great Depression stuck inside looking out a window guessing if the rain will stop cause the suns coming back out but it's still raining on days like this I have nothing to do but complaining grumpiness takes over so then I really walk around with bold shoulders waiting for someone to test me they know I'm fast cause of slap-boxing and when I'm mad no human can stop me I go beyond ten I feel like the hulk but on the south side of raleigh fully of anger asking someone to try me I cause I don't wanna talk I just want the violence let's skip to te action people tell me Jordan chill you acting kinda childish well let me be a child bish all these emotions and I can't even go skating someone has to take them and I don't hit females cause I'm a real man but I could name a few who isn't like my father and my homie Philip both of y'all niggas are some bitches scared to hit a man so ya scary asses hit women if you ask me if a man hit a women they should be put in the ring with someone just as mean but do it professionally see if they can fight back then I bet they would fold and give in hoping for forgiveness but leave it to me first blood is when it's finish y'all should stay tuned cause this is just the beginning
Copyright © Jordan Hedgepeth | Year Posted 2015
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