Life
Lord im tired..
Can u hear my cries
Trying to make it
Every step im getting aggravated
Tired of being tired
Keeping me here
Living i fear
Love me for me
Lets keep it clear
Stoner intelligent
No mannequin
Once i pop im damaging
Close casket
Powdered up
Just because you took kristin
Doesn't mean nicole wasn't present
Toe tags and body bags i imaged
Although i never reacted
Flash lights mentally
Never passed
Shattered mirrors
And opened wounds
Self agony
Sweets they craved and water they needed
Selling soul
Like i didn't no my worth Being a female was a curse
My screams was verses
The grunts and the names was my beat
Met a slick friend
Nobody seen
Trouble times that's when she creeps
Mamas she turned
daddies she burned
Kids she trained
After she mandicates
She discharges
Toe tags, incarceration women violated youth ignorant no hands
Just AKs and ARs
Knowledge i gained
Found out streets was her name
Copyright © Kristin Thompson | Year Posted 2018
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