Hood Rat
Zero chills
Poping pills
Month 9 panctured belly
Baby never made it
Mama still shaking booty
Thursday reaggae
Still lit she feel
Someone call Dr dolittle
I got a litre of baby bloody juice
Lit mamma,s litter
Littered by the lit mama
Little she knows
Pappy needs answers
The child of destiny
Denied to rise
God,s messager
Decided to pull a driveby
Cold dead flashed in the sewer
Into the sewer it goes
All its dreams down the sewer
Mama saw it as ****
Just another cycle
Menstrual juice she saw
Her body her rules
Her booty they drool
Not ready
Deffinately bouncing back
Under the mat
The dirt goes
Ostrichy in the sand
Heads down
Mama is ahead
Perfectionist in heads
Taking it hard
Lit she says
Only remember
He laughs last
laughs loudest
The service provider
Comes pretty soon
Earthly bridal you are
Chosen by earthlings
Down you will go
Consequencies must face
Trust me Papa will get you
Good he will get you
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
