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To My Thief


 

Jealousy,

The reality I had to live through

Because realistically

Writing is something I commit to

Gotta sit through

Defending my own conflict view

I’m coming see so consciously I gotta contradict you

Writing this piece to remind you who the best is

Between you and me because you seem to forget it

Writing about you,

That does seem kind of excessive

But so is thievery so I guess I have to address it

I’m the best lyricist,

Oh you thought you could spit?

You thought you could deceive me with your fast tongue and your wits

I don’t just pass you,

This is a total eclipse

thought you set the bar high?

I simply stepped over that shit

A thief is a thief,

Enough with all the lies bro

That poem is mine,

Stop acting like you can write those

I not good, I’m God…that’s a typo

Plus our styles are different,

We write nothing alike bro

I see your game and there’s no benefit

Rename you Benedict

Because all you’ve done is been a dick

You think its success,

It’s just my anger that’s knocking

I hit grand slams when up to bat man

And this kid is robbin’

That story is mine,

This isn’t a debated view

Real recognize real,

Really I’m more creative than you

Let’s be honest,

I’m cleverer and quick witted

I’m better at writing and a hell of a lot more artistic

I’m pretty pissed,

But you couldn’t see under my fitted

Question; how’d you write that piece if I’m the one that’s gifted?

Your writing’s easy

Writing what’s already been written

That’s the reason I’m trippin’

You haven’t been forgiven

I’m firing off so you better start sprinting

Because I’m calling shots

I suggest you call a mortician

I’m mean mathematically,

There’s no comparing to my strategy

Tryna measure though I appreciate the flattery

But don’t think you can steal my writing so casually

Because this betrayal that happened mattered to me

You trapped it and trashed it man what a tragedy,

But get this ratchet a casket,

There’s about to be a casualty

 

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