The Poem Where I Vent

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You ever get to that point you that you wanna just end it?

Just get a knife and be relentless and dont stop til everything function in your body has ended?

Wanting to walk up the stairs in your fathers house, go into his closet and get his shotgun

Put one in the chamber, pump that , put it in your mouth and just let off one?

Cause school aint getting me nowhere, the is starting to become senseless

Plus pornhub starting to get played out and aint satisfying my senses

Me and moms fighting over my money so she constantly trippin

And me my girl argue so ***in much that im tempted to start sippin

She say I need to step my game up, she say that im slippin

But I refuse to be Michael Jordan and let another ninja think he gonna show up when i cant and be Scottie Pippen

The game aint always about making points, thats what I get

But never will a ninja see me accidentally drop the ball and the refs count it as an assist

And then on top of all this just had to burry my pops

Died in the house and it ***ed me up when I literally messed me up when I looked over as his breathing stopped

The man wasnt perfect but he was pefect to me

Thats why when we found out it was stage 4 cancer, it was hard to believe

And hearing news like that was just hard to recieve

Crazy part is he was dying and I felt like I was doing the same thing

Maybe im just complaining, maybe im just in my feeling

Maybe im really not able to handle the hands that the dealers been dealing