This Man

11 11 2013

He dropped these lines, like there was no time. He spit ’em out like they were flames. So next time he came around, they would recognize his name. He had a unique style. Cause everytime he did this, he had a coke and a smile. Cause he knew that it could take a while. His style was so simplistic and wild. But they treated him not like a man, but as a child. His hair curled. His lips flared at any signs of disgust. Some of the things in his life were a must. He didn’t care what they had to say. They in turned prayed for his demise. But to their surprise, he wasn’t the type to die. But he didn’t have to lie.




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