Comfortable I Hope

Bmulk1

I have a hole in my soul so big I’m an outlined 

 Guess my boy ain’t chasin’ dames while I’m chained he’ll just lay mine

 That chick Karma always said she’d come see you in due time

 Bitch wast lyin’ sent you flyin’ with a little bitch nine 

Now I’m starrin’ out in space can’t rid your face from my mind

While everybody that we knew wishes I was the chalk line

Well, that’s fine 

I’m not cryin

Lost my tears while you lie dying 

I’m just sighing

No more trying

For a fake ass only lying

How you lying now

 

  • Author: William Brandon Mulkey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 26th, 2025 07:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    The cadence of a rap in this poem that hammers its point home. Well done



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