Dawn

I bring the heat, i make them fall to their knees. I don't play I'm a mean poet, I spit that dope posion, leaving you scrabbling to comment. I got y'all frozen, cause my words you stay bitten Apple taste good? You look blue hun. Sick from within cause my bluntness got you gone, trying to heal the desire that comes from reading my poems. So lost in a cocoon you forgot to beat dawn home afternoon. Wrapped up in my gratitude you forgot to take two. Dawn will get to you, so make some time to sleep it through.