Just Mad
Im tight, Im always right
I don’t care what you think
Did I stutter or Blink
I laugh at you wannabe’s
My style is un heard of, you can’t compete
Ask questions you get swept off to retreat
A wolf gonna howl, a wolf aint gonna forget sh**
Unless you give in, to the fear
All my words come together invasive
The tongue is deadly with a hell of a speech
You aint grown yet, you kinda young
That won’t stop my Rapha
Watch your head, Im ready to hunt
The month is still early, you got time to run
I laugh at you, cause you a wannabe
Trying to imitate me
Copyright © Lemuel Giviens | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment