Just one short little poem in this post. It originally started out as a rap, but I think it makes a better poem then it makes rap lyrics. Enjoy!
Well, I’ve been doing my own thing since,
oh, I can’t remember.
Sit up in my room,
write these lines, I should be living better.
Pull from a cigarette,
drink tell I can’t feel nothing-
Man, Im in love with substance,
can’t fall asleep unless I have a little something,
smokin on the weed hoping to feel a little something.
To busy looking for a lady,
shit, that aint important.
They say you gotta know yourself,
time to start learning,
pack my bags up, hit the road,
boy you best get going.