My Own Back (Poem)

I been
thinking of all the things I can’t take back
Choppin up all the days lost track

Life is too short to be peddling doubt
But I can’t seem to find what time the lighters come out

All I see are relics before me
All I see is fault in their mouths

I can’t seem to find
the way or rhyme
to dead it all out

I just sit and bear the discomfort
Trying hard not to go back to that

Cuz I know when the shit gets to hittin deck
I’ll have my own back

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