I'm me.

idk a mixture

 

Damn I’m the freshest on the block

Yea man can’t you see my glock glimmin

S**t got on so much gold look like it leakin

Need me some more weed, can’t you tell that I’m feenin

So high can’t believe what I’m sayin

I’m the outer space man

Can’t you believe me?

so many Martians around me just like the air that I’m breathin

Beatin it down the block. Got the cops on my neck breathin

Waitin for one leak of a reason to come and get me

Better get away. Damn man call me the get away man.

B***h I’m way better then the common man,

can’t look at me without the thought of me running through your hands.

Thank god he gave me a lot, no less then the richest man. I’m standing on his spot. 

just like the janitor b***h, always first to the scene.

Make that s**t smelly fresh like some of that cali green.

Okay now back to my thoughts, the only thing I think is me you and your g spot.

I’m your coin and you’re my coin slot. Now open up and bend over and take off your socks.

Haa s***s corny but I’ll promise to make you pop. You’re like a new bag of popcorn,

when I’m done. Your already empty, ripped up, and I’m still smilin askin for more.

Now don’t be a bore baby, bend over and be my w***e.

I got your donator in hand and yur already about to blow from your core .

Damn f**k them play boy bunnys,

I got me a wild b***h, you can’t pay money for a chick like this

 

Author's Note

ignore any problems and just tell me what you think

Reviews

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I think this is a 180 from the powerful feelings in the last poem. This is all costume, outside frill. Real is inside that pours from you..deep opinions and inner thought.
However, I'm your coin and you're my coin slot is a clever line. I had to chuckle. OH, and you can pay money for that. Its the poem before this one you can't pay money for. True and honest.
The rest is what every gangsta gotta say. I think u have more uniqueness to offer.
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