I will keep my inner thoughts

a mystery lost

within the catacombs

of my mind tossed

like some old cinder blocks   

It’s like when timbers rot

Fungus attacks those

Until we can’t grow & splinters drop

My stance shows

A winners shot

When I’m attackin those

Who chose their awful plan and exposed

To me their quitters plot

I was bitter a lot

So I started to shiver in shock

Too many times I was delivered & dropped

My Homes like the bastard’s throne

Who was considered the Prob.

I was getting back stabbed like our withered God  

This blizzard rocked me out my winter socks

Leaving me cold & alone

& eventually I felt the need to be liquored a lot

Plus……

Isn’t it a brother & sisters Job to not pilfer & rob?

My fam seems to slither & kill for a spot

I got a raw deal for real so here is my killer drop

To get shit off my chest to Protest

These painkillers & Pot

It’s hard to digest all that differs a lot

Losers confess or they will get littered with shots

I’m triggered & hot

& my minds like a tickin configured bomb

with my words alone I can disfigure ya squad

Plus…I’m tired of deceitful people

And even my fam are quicker to defraud

You can hear it within their voice

Like a fat man going to his favorite

Dinner spot

I’m now cold towards fam

like a cold winters walk

And I’ll always walk with a winners trot

even if misery knocks & my history mocks

I’ve been there and gone like

Dispensary Shops