I don’t usually like to produce work with swearing, however, this is a one off poem representing the emotions of the time. Apologies for any offence taken.
I give credit where it’s due,
Make money and do what I have to do,
You punks tryna’ draw me out, cloud my vision and fill me with doubt,
Well note to you mother fuckers,
I know what I’m about,
Three novels out and who are you?
What can you really do that I can’t do?
Tired of being civil to suckers not on my level,
Yet they pass judgements and insults, try turn a good heart evil,
Anger is a destructive emotion and thus these words are my meditation,
But I still pray to God I don’t have to release this tension,
End up in jail because of a immature violation,
Believe me, you can’t get the best of me,
So do your thing and carry on testing me.