slow glass from poetry by fish bwoi

A Pain glass window, slow glass view of milk stain
remind me why I had to get dragged out to this place?
Why I always find my time spent on milkstakes
Everybody love em, a fuck up with a sweet taste
I’m trying to find my place
Or just the bass of it
so I could build an elevator in the waist of it
Time will never waste again if I stay dumping,
I don’t see the damage so tell me I can’t make something
I’m trying to break something
Break bread with the enemy or stay dumping.
One in head that’s a pre post mmunition
I’m having premonitions of these rather wack musicians
And you can’t fake nothing,
I’m tryn create something.
You’ll find the difference between us within a brief moment.
Every creation Released by me like I’m free throwing,
Every white kid out a rapper now but I’m a street poet,
But not a street soldier, I keep an Igor poster above the weed smokings
And we don’t need potion, but we keep the things rolling
I don’t need weed one could say I’m weed chosen

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