Poems from Nikki Macke
I'm single
working on my grind
Paying my bills on time
Smoking like a boss
Got no time for a side line'
no time to impress these...
His arms around my throat
Making me pled for life
I stopped fight back
one two many rounds of this
I try to escape his range
Bed was...
He had my fantasy
he's making me screaming
Hitting all the right notes
He rocked me in all the right ways
making me fantasies
spines...
welcome to Covington
where the hardest gang is T-lane
the goon squad
and the fakest gang is 13
on the wall
most of these b*tch*s...
im reppin cinnamon
like red hot
right side
im gonna make you look like
ground cinnamon
the last thing youll hear is
ting ting
from...