PayneInTheCulo

Luckily
I can tell who fuck with me
Whose with the fuckery
And who got a grudge with me
But what’s really bugging me
I get more love from strangers
Then those whose loving me
My brothers
My brothers brothers
Yeah thats what they claim to be
Years of talking out they ass
Give them some A&D
But Ima switch it up
And go down a different route
My father’s fresh prince
Anything out the ass like jazz
And Im kicking out
Feet to head in the bed
Now these dudes I can do without
We were like pillows to a bed
Now shoes on couch
My 25th day
My mind switched place
No more stray shots
I’m up close like a switchblade
Ed Gein
As much as they switch face
To be honest
Fuck how that came off
My chainsaw
Sounds like a plane take off
What the?
Dont worry about it-Remain lost
I’m overdoing
Exaggerated
No validation
From peers with allegations
So called angels
Yet they mad at satan
But remember
They played for same team
Its not what you say
Its how you say things
Well I’m digging underground
To find the main stream
Or hit bey once
Now I’m Jay-Z
I started with a squad
There was plenty of us
Less is more for sure
So where do I send the others
Feeling like a loner
So this poem and owner
Condones the stoners
Out the bowl aroma
Brung on this coma…!!