Sidelines
You think you're slick,
You think you've got game?
You think you've got game?
I was born a Player,
It's my mutha-fuckin name!
Only lies, your truthless
I've got hate, I'm ruthless
I don't fumble, I win
Interception...
Let the games begin.
Turning random thoughts and brief moments into poetry. I feel so novice, I wouldn't even consider myself a 'poet'. Maybe a mini manipulator of words, sometimes they flow together well, and other times, not so.
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