I torch 'em like fire,
with my eyes...because,
my lips need no movement
to get thru what needs to be put.
I, learned from a long line of prostituting the heart
that no matter how real
bitches just no how to spark, and what?
Burn...
I torch em like wild fire next
like an never ending domino effect
yet I don't have a piece to end this one,
I don't feel the need to continue the onslaught
that my ways have brought.
and I?
Burn...burn the past present future senses
of whatever may be concluded in this,
as I pour my oceanic waters on the last remaining fire
leaving room for growth,
for I gave up my "it" to be of some worth.
Understanding?
I know, people are gonna read this (like they read my shit like)
What...the...FUCK?
and I'm just gonna leave it at that,
no elaborations to no one of a personal relation,
for they all burned me in endless pages,
for I inspired them to even take a pen and spit phrases
but as they look past,
to see...
how did this become, of me?
they know...its Me
then they question, "Does she remember me?"
Naw, Bitch, you were burned.