Monthly Archives: November 2014

Grrr

Posted on November 21, 2014 by dreads

Passing you in these halls Wondering about all of you i don’t see Stealing signature stares Admiring your birth marks Pondering the rest of you Waiting to explore every gram of you. Passing by you Not touching just appreciating. Enjoying … Continue reading →

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Tell em I said it pt 3

Posted on November 16, 2014 by dreads

To the drunk girl, at the bar, in the lounge or in my vicinity: Stay the fuck away from me, Miss me with your drunk bumps Your drunk kisses Tasting of bad breath an broken dreams Miss me with drunk … Continue reading →

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Tell them I said it pt 2

Posted on November 11, 2014 by dreads

To a former classmate spreading shade: See the sad thing is you’re not a bad person just a annoying one My quota is full Full of annoying motherfuckers. Full of psuedo friends More like seasonal associate, I’m a corporation you’re … Continue reading →

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Tell em I said it

Posted on November 10, 2014 by dreads

To the nigga That ran up on me at my job: What the fuck bruh Yelling an wilding out What you thinking that’s gonna do? Who wants to keep a wild nigga? You got a family right But you out … Continue reading →

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How dare you

Posted on November 6, 2014 by dreads

How in the fuck are you hitting me up for rent I don’t even live there I mean damn You still owe me for last month. Coming out ya womb means I owe you love Not a financial crutch I’m … Continue reading →

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Tell your friends

Posted on November 4, 2014 by dreads

Doing my thing For 25 minutes strong Going longer than black and sexy tv Helping you see Why you chose me How your lollipop is the only one I lick Pulling me in, locking me down Holding me tight. Screams … Continue reading →

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