Too Late Poem by Jay HarrisonBlackburn
Too Late
No sleep...
Dreams will always creep,
in the deepest darkest part of your mind
Im told Id better not cross the line.
TOO LATE!
Im getting sick and tired of this nightmare,
I just might, yes, just might care,
But I can give an evil hate,
My oh my I need to get to a date.
TOO LATE!
Lose yourself in the music,
Can you lose it?
I listen to Hopsin,
Should I not Sin?
TOO LATE!
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