Prideful, egocentric, stubborn
That's the way I was born
She calls me to the reason
But I don't listen, I am that type of person
She wants us to spend time
But time is money, wait until after midnight
Dollars, euros in my mind
I don't remember the reason why
She keeps on praying for me
But I want us riding in that Ferrari
The demon offer seems tempting
Bismillah, what won't I do for my Mamacita
I might turn Muslim and say Alhamdulillah
Dear lord, I play a dangerous game
Arm with my gun ready for another day
A question in my mind in case I fail
Mamacita will you run away or stay?
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
