I miss having family close
Not those having the same blood
And act like we don’t
I miss my two friends from high school
One tried to play me
So I turned my back on shady
I miss white boi Tim
We came up the same way
Raised from the same place
My father was a tool of Reagan
In foreign countries raidin and lootin
Don’t wonder why I’m a marksmen shootin
I hate the government because its for sell
If your pockets deep hired lackin details
Only God knows me well
Constantly changin workin on self
Improvin my health
Big fan of education stateside even thats a business
Really, what is this?
And P. Still avoidin snakes read actions
Never speak on what happened
After it happen.


A: Poetic Thought By: Ronald T.


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