Who Did iT and Ran? (Poem)

merda_con_occhi.pngWhy I always got fity hunnit problemz?
Like, “Who did it and ran?”

I ain’t got no time for this
No room, No hope, No hand

My fears are stacked a mile high
My mind is out the door

WhoDaHatter! It don’t matter
All HELL is back for more

How high do you rise before you touch the sky?
How low do you go when you lose your mind?

I’d rather be last in the supper line
Than to be caught first when the birdz return

And shit on yo face
And they’ll shit in yo mouth

And they’ll shit on yo clothes
And they’ll shit on yo house

I guess you don’t know what you got til it’s gone
In a storm of truths droppin bowels on your heart

My fity hunnit problems narrowed down to one
I’m a badass rebel in a world of none

So what’s a pity pot to do?
When all the world is shittin on you?

I’ll bide my time the best I can
And do the most with what I have

High time I off the pity pot
Like, “Who did it and ran?”

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