Hate The Game Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

See you coming up for air but I'm going let you drown
Cause you don't know the plan wasn't to hold you down
Can't be thinking that you care anytime for me
seasoned conversation with vinegar not honey
I ain't got no time to hang, cause priorities changed
had fun while it lasted want me to explain?

Imma travel round, travel round, travel round,
do my thing, do my thing, do my thing
Imma travel round, travel round, travel round
staying in my lane, in my lane, in my lane

Because a player gonna play
One too many games
I said, a player gonna play
Be smart and do the same

People come and people go
Lose them and you win some more
You want a little love
But I kill it with the gun