I’m wondering if my next rhyme will be better than my ex rhyme

Like a villain and his next crime will it get better headlines

I’m emptying my spirit so all I’ve got is head lines

My soul loves being oral so all I’m giving’s head lines

Take you to bed lines,

Kill you with fantasy and give you nothing but deadlines

Call your sanity with my reality and get nothing but deadlines

Cross you out like I’m correcting minds my pen deals in red lines

My life stage is my page I prefer jump offs to read lines

I’m ballin with my tongue, I score cos I’ve lead lines

I see thought and I’m fed lines,I feed folk with my breadlines

Gave birth when I bred lines

I got shot and I bled lines poetic therapy were my med lines

It wasn’t my time so there were no deadlines

And still I’m wondering if my next line will be better than my ex line

Like a villain wanting to be better with his next crime

I’ll be fly but wont feather my next rhyme

I’ll muscle up a metaphor and exercise a flex line

Fill you with a spirit make you think its a hex line

You say anything you lose everything I call it an X line

But if I’m lost in you we might be the subjects of my next line






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