No cappin’,
just freestyle rap and,
I stay trapped in my mind and,
put down the words I envision,
Liquid tricklin’ my vision,
just sittin’ n dissin’,
but listen.
The chief,
rief in disbelief at my grief.
I point at stained sheets,
but please, oh please, don’t let it be.
As she hangs with glee,
he frees his niece,
looking back at me,
as I scream,
oh please.
Poetry
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