Poems from JudgeUpAbove
The afternoon’s tropical island breeze is
Laced with salt and a host of aromas
From the bazaar that lines the beaches
That holds all the...
I’ll start slow and easy ‘cause you see
I’m new to this, like, ranting’s breezy
But rapping about things can get too cheesy
I’m no Eminem...
"When all is said and done
When our wicks all burn out
When our stories are outrun
By "The End", and we punch out
"What remains with the...