Poetrey and music

It will end with a leg

There is no escape now
I’m so high on the poetry and tablets
You judge
Take and leave the crap
I sleep heavy
You wake up stint every day
I lulled to sleep
It is not white credit in my world
So live with it
But would you not try?
I do not have time stop time
Just imagine
But don’t forget trade
Can lose the eyes and the arms
But I will continue to fight for my life