The “Talkin My Shit” Written Mixtape

Track 7

Fuck your opinions 
On who I’m supposed to be
The light you sit under?
I provided that
The bones you hold so dear?
I birthed those from my own
My vertebrae stretches for you
Yet you still speak of my essence in small notes
Tiny pieces can’t begin to satiate 
This slab
These rolls
This bite
Of all I have to give
Fuck you for fixing your fingers to tell me I don’t deserve anything
As if I didn’t create everything

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