just a lil somethin i wrote in the form of a i am/can poem you did when ya was little
i can be the sperm thats planted in ya moms stomach, when ya dad penetrated it wit his dick, i can be the disease that makes ya mom sick, i can be ya dad hollerin' out bitch, i can be the stiches stichin up ya moms stomach when u came thru it, i can be the ya vision when you first open ya eyes you finally alive, i can be ya voice when you first cry, i can be the first scent you smell, the first word you learn to spell, i can be the first edge when you first fell, the first dime bag ya sell, i can be the devil when you raise hell, i can be the demon in ya dreams when you sleepin, ya first tears when ya weepin, i can be the boogie man creepin in ya closet, duckin and hidin when ya open it, ya first drug when ya trippin, the school teacher you had ya crush on, the first f on ya paper that you turned in, i can be the bottle you spin when ya learned how to kiss, the girl you had sex with, so many possibilites maybe the first hair when u hit puberty, i can be the pair of eyes you stare into when you fallin deeply in love, i can be the hate when you hold ya first grudge, i can be the mud ya enemies are in when they breedin envy, i can be the jealousy you feel when ya girl they try to steal, the last meal you eat, the bullet that hits you in ya knees, i can be ya lungs the things you need to breathe, ya kidneys you donated when someones in need of one, the ray of light from the sun, the steel that makes your gun, i can be the happiness ya feel when ya havin fun, the condom when you wants some, i can the arms you use to hug, to make someone feel safe and snug, i can be that nigga creepin at night takin ya girls life, the white dude fuccin ya wife, the bat for the asian kat eatin ya ladies cat, i can be the reaper snatchin ya life in the dead of the night, i can be ya soul when ya dead and old, the air when ya feelin cold, the mold ya turn in to when ya life is thru, the guy that judges you at the end of the road, the punishment you endure for the things you spoke, i can be the sins you wrote, ya first line of coke ya sniff, the first cow shit ya lift to get some shrooms, i can be the boards that makes up ya room, the color black when you meet doom, what makes us so different between me and you, the same red blood runs thru you, blue you feel when ya sick and dyin, foo let me tell ya something theres only one color up in heaven, so stop all the hatin
i can be the sperm thats planted in ya moms stomach, when ya dad penetrated it wit his dick, i can be the disease that makes ya mom sick, i can be ya dad hollerin' out bitch, i can be the stiches stichin up ya moms stomach when u came thru it, i can be the ya vision when you first open ya eyes you finally alive, i can be ya voice when you first cry, i can be the first scent you smell, the first word you learn to spell, i can be the first edge when you first fell, the first dime bag ya sell, i can be the devil when you raise hell, i can be the demon in ya dreams when you sleepin, ya first tears when ya weepin, i can be the boogie man creepin in ya closet, duckin and hidin when ya open it, ya first drug when ya trippin, the school teacher you had ya crush on, the first f on ya paper that you turned in, i can be the bottle you spin when ya learned how to kiss, the girl you had sex with, so many possibilites maybe the first hair when u hit puberty, i can be the pair of eyes you stare into when you fallin deeply in love, i can be the hate when you hold ya first grudge, i can be the mud ya enemies are in when they breedin envy, i can be the jealousy you feel when ya girl they try to steal, the last meal you eat, the bullet that hits you in ya knees, i can be ya lungs the things you need to breathe, ya kidneys you donated when someones in need of one, the ray of light from the sun, the steel that makes your gun, i can be the happiness ya feel when ya havin fun, the condom when you wants some, i can the arms you use to hug, to make someone feel safe and snug, i can be that nigga creepin at night takin ya girls life, the white dude fuccin ya wife, the bat for the asian kat eatin ya ladies cat, i can be the reaper snatchin ya life in the dead of the night, i can be ya soul when ya dead and old, the air when ya feelin cold, the mold ya turn in to when ya life is thru, the guy that judges you at the end of the road, the punishment you endure for the things you spoke, i can be the sins you wrote, ya first line of coke ya sniff, the first cow shit ya lift to get some shrooms, i can be the boards that makes up ya room, the color black when you meet doom, what makes us so different between me and you, the same red blood runs thru you, blue you feel when ya sick and dyin, foo let me tell ya something theres only one color up in heaven, so stop all the hatin