He was covered in shit.
More than once.
Fought like a loser.
Smart like a dunce.
Fucked things up all over the place.
Didn’t hafta try hard to disgrace
Himself, his family or
The family name.
Just follered his papa an
Did the same.
Shit was the oil that slipped his game.
Livin’ in it.
Sleepin’ with it.
Wakin’ up shit.
Rollin’ in it.
Trollin’ in it.
Soon not fit.
People say quit.
But,
He can’t quit
Cause this shit
Ain’t outside.
It’s inside.
Inside heem.
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