sew'em a poem

[TRIPTHREE]

It couldn't be me but if it isn't then why see three

everywhere like poetry bleeds for my destiny

Beggin for me to begin tellin me somethin within

Pricklin my skin no vision of endin, pretendin

To have faith but my hooks baited with hate

Chasin fate hopin to catch it and sell tapes

Cravin the haven of savin this rap game

To rap and attack it and snatch all the fame

I'm comin up quick and ready to get rich

Like groupies who crave dick to satisfy my itch

I need it to be true I need it to be you

To be what I'm s'posed to and do what I do.

[Da Actual Real]

This was a very average poem...wordplay wasnt too good...content i could relate...and the ending was half decent...keep droppen...