Poem: My Case!
My Case!
Sittin’ here in this alias place…
Everything orange I knew I had a serious case
Chillin’ in the cell for about three or four days…
Thinkin’ to my homeboy out loud, tellin’ him we shouldn’t have went that way…
I had so many signs before I hit this case
I ignored them all so the Lord put me in my place
Or yet… he put me in a place
I’m too legit to quit, I’m not like these fakes.
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