Turn Down The Heat 7/2014 Poem by FOEVERAMI JOHNSON

The Temperature should be adjusted...Never will I go Back on the same Track as if this is your Map! I am not the only one in your life and as if I once we're too somebody Wife- your Toy whenever things in the street didn't go RIGHT. TOO FAKE IAM- LIAR I WAS- A DISEASE WITH NO CURE. Can't be Ashamed of what We One-be Ashamed of the games WE played and the game you Stayed- As if Life is not Fun worth living- worth giving sharing ONE× Not Some.
I was Told I am just Living So as Soon as I Start Living...Iam Ungrateful of the Strain that inflicted Pain as If Insane you Riding With Jews as if I don't know the Struggle with you. Confused is You- You moved the Rock for a spot- On the south Time clock. Unhealthy Texts not Answered. Prank phone calls with Fire being the Pranker. Think about it I don't care THINKER. GAMES I DON'T PLAY WITH MY ELDERS. I RESPECT THE TELLER- That sees too many Faces- still Misplaced.. Wrong was Done to
Me....for the front row seat to somebody else Key to life...YOU the Knife- - In my Back. Cadillac part number 10%6@7. See if this get a FACE BOOK LIKE.