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I’m standing out on a ledge
 

My souls still intact
 

If I fell to my death
 

Would I come back
 

My  God don’t trip
 

I didn’t commit suicide
 

My foot  slipped
 

I tried to go back inside
 

Now  I’m  screaming in hell
 

Trying to make bail
 

To get to the light
 

Escaping the night
 

Where dreams come to creep
 

Deep in my slumbering
 

Chills my skull and bones
 

My love has a jones
 

Buy on time no rent to own
 

Struggling not to be out of
 

House and home
 

Should I fall behind
 

From where I roam
 

Forget to leave a will
 

From a sudden spill
 

I leave it all to poetry
 

She’s the only one
 

Whoever flowed with me?
 

That’s why I fuc’s
 

Wit poetry
 

I’m sweet on her
 

Never will cheat on her
 

I do her in chairs
 

On the floor
 

In my bed at night
 

Wrap my pen tight
 

Outside under the moonlight
 

Nothing’s the matter
 

I’m alright I just get
 

A little crazy when I write