DAMN!

Struck down like a runaway slave,
Lord, can even a rotten nigga’s soul can you save?
Hope so.
Got a funny one for you, God.
Pray so.
Naw, I ain’t got no disease that is incurable or makes my thing go clap, clap.
But was what done to me, yeah is the equivalent of a bitch slap!
If evil is meant to harm me and be done to me, then let it be to this nigga alone.
Don’t mind bein’ called names, tires bein’ cut, or windows busted, but damn, did she have to cut off a nigga’s cell phone?
Damn!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive