My life feels like a train wreck But I can’t get over seeing my homie rest Bills need to be paid But it doesn’t stress me New job but it doesn’t impress me I just want to dap up my homie But it’s not possible cause I’m laying next to his obituary I wish we could go back to January At the start of the year and worked on you more I wish I could have helped you more I’m sure I could have helped Any progress would’ve been better than this train wreck
Author, Blogger, and Poet from Landover, Maryland. Looking to make my childhood dreams my reality. I’ll be sharing my random thoughts, speeches, storytimes, stories, and plenty of Poetry.
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