His Life Is Suicide To Mine Poem by Poker Chips

Black fox belt buckle, Shirt Fits Tight
He is doing it, so it feels right
Black Girls I was, Done wit them
He Likes White Girls, And I wanted to be more like him
Always been more bout sympathy, him hes about empathy
So in order to be more like him, started destroying my inner me
Started wearing fox, I let famous drop
Started liking to BMX, Never Got passed the bunny hop
And also started listening to rock
And for a moment pretended to hate hip hop
Started Stealing, from my job
Jobless now both of us, and that's what made me stop

Trespassing, Running From the cops
Drinking partying, Smoking Pot
That's the life he wants, For me that's not
Its Time to do whats best for me
Now it all stops, couldn't care less if he agree