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Today I said that for the millionth time that I've played with your mind for the final time, the jokes went way over your head.
Turning the pages of your heart, like the ancestors turning over in their graves
at the display of ignorance that has been happening of late.
What more can I say to change this pace, the very last time that I seen your face,
it was mango smooth, caught a glimpse of you earlier, looks like you have been burning through some Kools.
I've been the cancer enhancer, destroying your cells, I've been chewing on and devouring you from the inside out, giving you tapeworm hell.
Lacing my shotgun shells with that sh¡t that you can't stand, leaving you with a bitter and rough taste, I fed you bread and sand, instead of love and jam.
I was toxic like MSX and OPX, I didn't fully cook your clams,
you've Ingested and digested a slow and painful death.
I cheated the game and I manipulated the the chef, kicked him out of his own kitchen, only because I was the ref and I just wanted you to feel how I felt.
I was once a top selling book, you placed me on the Top shelf with nothing but ancient dust and a poetry book, that was all ripped up.
You left me for dead and you never had intentions on coming back and helping me to rewrite my thoughts.
That's fine tho because every word that I ever used in that book I fully manifested into all those forms of crystalized literature and gave them life.
How ironic is that?!
Qadar Dwon'
