We ain’t talked in about 8 months You’re my kin But lately you don’t say much I’ve been in the pen Since you was a little kid Is there any way to fix A homicide that doesn’t make any sense? On this side of the fence And don’t think there’s no regrets Just because in…
Month: October 2019
“A verse”
Sometimes during my morning routine I’ll come up with a few lines then build until there’s a verse. Ideally it becomes two verses and a chorus but that’s not always the case. The following is what I like to think of as floetry… Enclosed like livestock Until a pine box I’ll never be a mentor…