Stress Relief-
Verse 1: Homicide(Me)
Wonderin' if this stress will ever release/
Leave me alone and let me live my life in peace/
Until then my hand will forever be dedicated to this ink/
Speakin' of ink I wonder if we share the same traits/
Interests and bits and pieces of my face/
If not I know we definitely share the same way/
Of thinking but on some other shit/
My mind's been on autopilot/
With thoughts of one person, the way she begged me to be wit' her/
Then quickly threw her feelings in the dirt/
And to make matters worse/
Her 4 year old brother said these words/
To me on the sixth/
And when he passed away on the ninth/
It made feeling guilty hurt/
I remember this shit as if it was yesterday/
When Gabrielle apologized to me, Nyia, and Kiki and told me how A/
Felt of me/
"A"being short for Aidan/
No point in keeping y'all waitin'/
She told me that he was inspired by me/
A rapper/
A poetic disaster/
He wanted to be exactly like me/
And I'm thinking to myself how could I do that/
A kid in a wheelchair move a kid in Cali/
And the fact that we never actually met it's just insanely crazy/
That he would appraise me/
I still think of that daily/
When Gabrielle and I were texting 'bout A/
We had a lot of those but this one caught my attention but anyway/
She was tellin' me about how he could text/
And I'm like shit girl stop lyin' readin' maybe but how could he possibly text/
She laughed and texted me back saying that "she was crying"/
I asked her "why was she crying, who did it I got'chu the nine will be flying"/
She said "because of what Aidan had said to her"/
And I'm like "what was that?" she said "he said that he wished that I was his father/
I'm like "wow really"/
And she's like "yeah seriously"/
I'm like "nah you kidding me"/
She's like " I know it's crazy"/
Since then I've looked at him as my son/
And he's gone now in the dirt but still shining brighter than the sun/
But the thing that haunts me while I sleep in the dark/
Is the fact that the same virus that stopped his heart/
In the middle of the night/
The virus that stopped his fight/
At 5AM in Baltimore/
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Muzikal Dream
PoetryThese are poems/raps that I've made over a while some of them I am just creating. Hope you like if not its your opinion not mine. Those who like it may you please comment/vote