Lost iPhone Notes

To clear all the expectations. All the allegations. All the  sensation from a human is to take them...

Apart 

And stitch them into a shell of their former selves 

Like shiny new trophies in a glass case in hell

What I am getting at is

Technically some become heartless cloned with out a purpose 

Taking what they please 

Men fucking these women with no pro tech shin 

And these women saying "what ever happens, happens" 

Its like the only remotely close to real love

We love the vanity the Gin or that Henny brings us 

And of course we become addicted to the shiny things

iPhones or Galaxy 

New jays and Casualties 

And I cant speak

Because im riding the same wave 

Stuck on the same page

Kendrick Lamar said we all are vanity slaves

He was right 

Fuck it

Ima get it. If it gets me notice

Flex with my new 6. Like I spent 30 days...P90 focused

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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