November 11th

Mind is racing

Thoughts are chasing 

Tales unwritten 

But they aren't basic 

More complex than the rest 

My brain is tired of probation 

Time is wasting 

I need some help 

I barely recognize myself

I barely make time for myself 

I'm tired of sitting on this shelf

Just to be seen, I wanna be felt 

I wanna be heard I wanna be dealt

A better hand than what's given 

I'm still gonna play no matter the division 

And as I add,  I must subtract 

All the people who had my back 

Where they at? Where they at? 

They all seem fraud and that's a fact

And it's fact 

I don't interact 

Cause the enemy lives just to attack

And when he does 

He just gets whacked 

Box him up

He could get packed 

He could wrecked

And you could be next

I have no fear 

I just pull out my best

And it ain't no guess 

That I'm not impressed

With what you have 

It just seems less

Than what I embody 

I am no hobby 

I'm somebody's daughter

I'm somebody's mommy 

I have a job

I'm nobody's Tommy

But bring his gun 

Just in case you try me 

No Dej Loaf

You can get smoked 

You can get trashed 

You can get choked 

You can get thrashed 

Don't you ever provoke 

When you're in my path

Cause I ain't no joke

Yes little old me 

Yes little old i 

Don't ever be fooled

I capitalize 

In every sentence

I handle my business 

I might be stressed but I ain't in prison 

I have arisen

I have shined 

I may be lost

But I ain't blind

Now is my time 

Forget your stigma 

I'll always go hard 

Just Excuse My Kharisma 

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