SWAG!(;A Poem by Kaylah Loves Your Mom (;Swag is his name, He doesn't put any one else to blame He is the guy He doesn't cheat or lie. He likes his women clean He be countin all his money on his adding machine He's sweet and seventeen. He always sippin lean or blowing trees He is always in the trap like the beez. He is the one He’s so much fun. He’s the one I use to love He never puts any one above. He may not be my baby But he’s still crazy. Matt is his name Smoking weed is his game. Smoking weed is his best He beats all the rest. Everyone is his friend God can’t let it end. He always lights up the room His life goes by like a zoom. Swag might be the president of the United States And one day he might be richer than Bill Gates. © 2012 Kaylah Loves Your Mom (; |
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Kaylah Loves Your Mom (;Bluffton, OHAboutI'm Kaylah I'm 16. I feel like I'm alone and I have no one. I feel like I'm getting depressed. I feel like a dragon in a dungeon and I can't get out. I feel like their is no room for me to breathe. I .. more..Writing
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