My First Place Poem!

The sun rasies

but I stay dormant

I dont let nature tell me when my eyes open

Like a rebellious marrage, im eloping

I let my bad habbits tell me what I do

And with bad habbits comes bad additudes

I yell

I scream

ill rattal you

Like a spooked cow

Thats some cattle dude

My body hasnt won the battle,

My rides are crazy, but I need to trade in my saddle

Before my parents findout no need for tattle

Slow down rich you need to settle

(Deep breathe)

But influences are one hell of a battle

Short term pleassure for long term endeavors

its the watevers and whoevers

I want to be free and push to the limit and turn on that lever

So never say never, unless... never is better

Justin Biber take notes

Girls would cut throats to see you

So cute so diseny clever, whatever

Selena Gomez com'on , you could do better

Least your not like Linsey Lowhan

Or Hue Hefner

Poor girls 18 and know nothing better

Selling there bodys like a vender

There is a gun at there head

Rasie the white flag serender

Bunny ears were made for listening

Not taliking

And this old man says

Stay true

While hes in the back popping a blue

Trying to get an eraction

And smash girls who look like alexas Texas

Real talk

Drugs, dope, drank

Kids theses days say "nothing before"

While they drink for social pleasurre

Smoke and snout that cheddred

Dont get caught

You wont enjoy the latchsure

By the go go gadget inspector

Yeah im talking 5.0., popo, pigs

No wilber Charlotte s Web no looney tunes porky pig

Just a fine and if your lucky a mug picture and maybe ink with your fingers scripture.

Dropped the soap, well thats a nasty ASS picture

Joe paturno knows

Rest in peace im still with ya

(Look up)

And if you find yourself in bed while your so fucked up

Your minds died

You think your safe while your liver is screaming, nose bleeding , lungs Weezin

(deep breath)

You fall asleep with memories that dround in the deep end

Faded away like Leo decaprio in titanic

Ice no longer underneath them

Rest your head young soilder no weeping

time to start sleeping

And if not your Facebook creepin

Sprending drama

You need to live like the diai lama

And I sure as hell would die before dishonor

And when I die ill wear designer

That dolcha and coboma,  gucci and that Prada

But before my life goes into that grinder

I want to be a virgin to this world want to go back to when i was a minor

When i was little and girls didnt wear eye line

no increetites and the occasional playground drama

I couldn't tell you what a good steak was

needed to go to Beni Hanas

only 1 world and 1 mama

treat them right

And dont dishonrer

Now the sun sets

you dont buy it

Well your not a comer

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