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check...good L..................

What a waste.

I've notice your sense its worthless like lots of pennies.N''
if u said love tha'll juss burn my chest like shots of henny.
cuz baby I've met the real you and its not so friendly.
hugs N kisses luv N wishes were juss fake like implants.
and you just steped all over my heart like thin ants.
when I said things to you I honestly said them dearly.
our vision was 20-20 together ...now I cant C so clearly.
this picture isn't right like mug shots..and she does not
want 2 change so I'll let the hate bubble up like blood clots.
faith is cold we was hot. so like apples I"ll let this luv rot.
wow I guess this was all a game like chess ..wat a fling?
but like chess ........the queen must die for the king.
this so-called luv of our's is old soda cuz we flat.
we're headin a low direction I dont need a map 2 C dat.
yes I been care. but now I'll cut u short like thin hair.
so when another man fucks u I can reply I been there.
the truth I use 2 fear that. white lies made my tears black.
I want you gone in dust.... and a mute can hear that.
What a waste of my time you've spend on my clock.
you've made my red heart white like pupils and I drops.
but as u walk out the door and take your last steps.
remeber the good times cuz there all gone like ur last breath.

even though ur gone our love I'll make sure I burn it right,
as another baby grows old wat a waste of sperm and life.

The clock is my existence, eighteen years is where im sittin
So if midnight is a hundred, then it's two twenty-six
N i've dated plenty chicks, had dimes that were pennyless
Rich bitches switchin wigs seekin pimps benefits.
Seems i've missed what's in front of me, darkness tinted my pupils
Been distracted by these industry hoes and loop holes,
These fake black woman, claim they want my brown skin
I write them songs n waste time better spent loungin
So we can fuck n then what? Im right back down again.

Yes, that kind of down where i'm not even satisfied
Fast forward sometime and now i've finally realized
That i don't even want this, derrr ima vanilla man
I rap n she blows...i mean sings, in accapella man.
Cover her in chocolate just so she can match the title
Since this black n white stereotype is o so vital.
Riiiight, whatever lock me up n call me a rebel
Bet i won't care cuz that's nothin compared to our
S and M fun, chains n metal, see im in cuffs every hour

.....so fuck it

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you can all hate me for not finishing my piece later, i didnt have time lol

just vote!!!

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The Scholar

V/ Jay-Brook

I just felt his shit more. He conveyed his emotion better... I don't really want to explain myself in detail, I just vibed to Jay's piece better.

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