Poems from KingWilly94ThaBoss
Clouds outside go by.
Like birds I'm flyin so high.
Struggle zone good-bye.
It's just for practice. Made for perfect.Clock the time, that's for working.Play the game call it sporting.Mail it in, importing.Pressing...
Why Am I Like This?
My style is too damn hot.
I just ask my swag.
Dig deep. What do I find?More pocket lint, but I'll be fine.Pinched pennies equate to dimes.A quarter for the meter maid.Or a quarter for a...
Until they see me Imma be meA dime a doze for talent seen on tv.Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.But I'm five cents short and...