dear Dwayne / nigga put ya shirt on

Slim Imma need you to sit down
put your shirt back on.
imma need you to either memorize or read your shit
cause this shit can’t be.
taking 10 minutes to say 2 minutes worth of info
nigga sit your ass down.
spitting about topics that don’t exist
from love to politics
with these green words
looking envious
to me.
shirt off with that home made ink
imma need you to put
shirt on.
looking like a victim
of juvie penetration
convicted for violating the art
your punishment is this busted bird on your bird chest.
nigga put ya shirt on..
on stage with ya titties out
a v neck wife beat like a chick with no chest
trying to show breast.
why you sound like a wale track in delivery
minus the vocal range.
you’re the ja rule of poetry
stolen delivery
making other poet wanna waste you,
you waste of recycled tattoos
themes that cancel themselves out
you seem wack
you’ll great to those pale types.
your audience must be those pale chicks
just looking to suck a new black dick.
dear dwayne lindsey
i saw you in the annals of youtube
now i’m not 1 of your 3 subscribers
but one of your many critiques makers.
I hunger for you to be better
just improve
find your love
find your passion
what you doing now is the end of days
the ragnorok of life
you are the abomination of kanye’s nation
an that’s the right way to end
this conversation
-dreads

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