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Perish, King
J. Stankin
Look at you
Without a dime
Hell, some days without a penny
Still, my love remained unrestricted
Allowing you to enter here
With nothing to contribute
No growth; just stagnant silly situationship
Your comforting skills are like a sealed pack of swishers
with only one swisher inside
A rip off
When my brother died
You made me feel like I died
Missing for three days; I couldn’t grieve in front of son
So I stomached my tears
Chillin on a couch probably playing games
That yall both already won; on repeat…
“Where is the money?”
“There was none to be made.”
So you telling me
Three days. No communication. No explanation……...
On top of that no wage!
And his side still don’t see how I’m being played!
Tuhh..
Get me outta here! Outta this dream!
Where everything is fine again
The happily ever after
Take me back to my roots; So maybe then,I’ll know what to do
When it comes down to you, you, and you
I shall remain Queen
Avoiding folk from letting me do a mother***ing thing
I know my purpose and I aspire to live in it
They gone be made when they ain't involved in it
It's all in God’s hands and there’s nothing you can do now
I’ve surpassed the breaking point phase
I'm ready to get to my grown woman days
And if they means leaving you behind…
Well…
Perish, King.
You didn’t give a *** about me.
Stankin.
