I left headphones on headstones.
Yeah dawg, I’m dead wrong.
At least when I’ll be speaking it’ll be on shit I stand on.
A drop call’s a dead zone.
My end comes from cellphones.
R.I.P. to Taco with the shells, like I said Holmes.
How could you do white and still keep walking with a red nose?
I double down on business, 5’2 that’s 10 toes.
This’ll be a series ideally that can be used frequently with the music page.
Thanks for reading.
And THIS could be considered a poem since I made it without a beat.

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