Addressing You - Poem by Marcquiese Burrell
You's a... straight up, phoney, no good...[EC]
run your mouth 'bout this, 'bout that
shut the hell up
you ain't got the facts
i'm taking off, nasa...
slavery revisited beat you like i am the master
hmmm... let me see, i'm not a epidemic but i'm HIV. attack your T-cells make you go crazy
Got you all emaciated, feeling so unelevated
day by day your life is faded in the ground you're burricaded
ummm... you don't want none
I erected then ejaculated but i ain't done
you're expired now retired but you ain't number one
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