Poet
3k aka truth scorer
=>How many seasons must pass just for me to rejoice and stop brithing in dust
=>How many times must I fail just for me to pass and be called among the best
=>You in an x5 on a driver's seat will yo elbow is on a Window
=>You are dressed to kill, radio full blast and the song that is playing is wagwan
=>back sit loaded, with lagers and royal circle, only to find your self on a lazy man's chair day dreaming,
=> hustle daily with out shyness of making your hands deity till the day you will dig out a treasure box full of coins
=>listen
=>Not even yo best pal's rate u as a friend when u gat torn pockets.
=>Nowadays friendship is traded like minerals exported from Africa to other continents.
=>No beautiful babs mingle with broke niggas less u gat a peni to feed there big tummies
©3kay
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