cheewbee

Fuck the pigs, who pick and lil brown colored figs… the police are just little twigs, ready to be snapped like a simple headed rat who’s already trapped.
Fuck the pigs, who pick an dark homied nigs, “oh look it’s a dark NI**ER, EVERYONE aim… AND PULL THE TRIGGER!” -POLICE. Fuck the people who gave pigs these right… they should be tied up tight, so they can watch the rath of our bright light take flight with the power of smite and all are might, fly like a kite. let the pigs watch and learn… as their power shall start to burn, and as are’s start to shine through time like a golden shrine…

NO ONE, should take offence to this, it’s only a poem for my homies who suffer day and night without a decent supper… and for some who rest behind cold bars… not even able to see the beautiful bright stars.

I make poems, and do short rhymes.