aint good person
going for the rich persons
wearing like a rich persons' child
bullshitting like high-end star
shiny bling-blings all over
segregating from the no-class groupies
but, possessing less than 50 bucks in your account
richie rich's mask of deception
*shoot ya'll dead!
or, shall i say, "In Your Face!!"
i need someone with well-shaped ears to lend me.
preaches the good for me.
a pleasant someone as a trusted being.
cos, im in aint good condition for now.
with psychological and emotional that toil.
for reasons it happened.
just like a crawl has no limit to it.
described in pain and gore.
aimlessly hanging in the midst of the space.
and you are so far away.
far from what im about to say.
i just need you today.
Ibn' Sukaimi, Al-Ummi Al-kabeer. :(
(still wanna thank you for your words that night)