The birth of a bastard
Clock this
I write, he blinks once
times the time I attempt to write rhymes
I back space( You know delete)
I want to see what I wrote so I
tap Control Z, quickly
I read and decide
that's not what I want to say
I spit acid into the words and exhale
Now I can breathe
Raise fingers type
This isn't even what I believe
Hurt people, Hurt people
I just hand it in
Accept the grade
I didn't put in enough work
I decide to just say FUCK it
Not realizing I was saying it to you
Lane focused
Closed open
Break fold
Can you comprehend us ?
You are getting a tad bit bold!
I am going to say this
Continue holding on to your balls
as if your stubbornly
walking on all fours
Not even calling you a dog
because even them bastards are loyal
Wood flow
Glue bold
Bite lips
Her actions are suddenly spoken
Matter to one, hated my every one else
Dirty rice in a clean bowl
Eat up this last year has just been told
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