Pay wall, high wall
Sometimes I sniff drywall
Why, are you judging me?
Tell me how you see the world burn and your eyes don’t bleed?
I can hear the sounds of the gat
Rat a tat tat see the bodies drop
Real world news
The skies burn, families fall on every turn
We sip gasoline with broken dreams,
Headlines stitched into our jeans,
Kids dodge drones like it’s routine,
Ain’t no bedtime, just war machine.
Truth got filters, they sellin’ peace,
While TikToks drown a million screams,
But I still spit hope through the seams—
Bombs drop, but so do dreams.
But yes please tell me about your OnlyFans
Why is it so dry, where’s the fun?
Give me another bottle of that cheap rum
I ain’t stopping tonight, I am on the run
Rhyme a tin tin
Life ain’t fun if it ain’t got sin
What was that, Shaolin?
I might be deaf, or maybe I’m a simp
They call me unholy with a grin,
Got a halo in the trash next to my bottle of gin,
I ain’t prayin’—I’m just playin’ violin
While the world burns and I scream, “Let’s begin!”
🩸 This is Illicit Poetry.
🕶️ Not safe. Not polite. Not for cowards.
📜 Just truth, grime, & verses soaked in streetlight.
No Pay Wall here.
NO hand outs either…
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