Poetry slam

talk too cool 

but all I I I see if the face from dune 

when sleep 

chokes and hides

I I I

live to die

in my books and life

talk to the corner of the room

I either planning revenge

or gunna end you

crying triggers plane 

and the body you drink 

down

just green s**t

I'm the b***h 

And I've been called that 

times 

10 

rockin roll