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
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Author:
William Brandon Mulkey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2025 07:39
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Comments1
The cadence of a rap in this poem that hammers its point home. Well done
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