Slam

So so crazy how one question got me tripping...

Em but it ain't too bad...
So so no need for the sipping...

Nonetheless I wouldn't mind having Tequila...
On Tuesdays...

3 dolla holla for Margaritas...

Free...

Tortillas is what I need...

Plus more salsa and the waiter to pick up speed...

Similar to my parents when I was 16...
House
Keys
Equals
Trust
Thank
God for
Psychology...

And honestly honesty and some memories...

Trying to forget the day
When I Seen my parents Sexually...

Getting On...

About to 6 in the morn...

Oh that was TMI?
But y'all want me to testify?

Homogeneous to Common...
Rapping until I see the coffin...

Or not exactly...
Rather be propped...

Something like Fernando...
De
Jesus
Diaz
Last name Beato
Sweater Jays on his feet
But could he shoot a free throw?
One more chance
To show folks romance...

I pray
Not to go
Through the same Circumstance...

I need God...

~3:Piece Enzo

This poem is about: 
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