"Sour Patch"

"Sour Patch"

He's kind until it's time to unwind.

His heart is as robust as a QP of pine.

He been stabbed in every spot but his spine.

He use to have diabolical responses to people who tend vertically plant their self on top of his nerves.

He never took anything from anybody. He will be rebellious, inarticulate, then he will curve.

Merge! Swerve straight gone ham on shit like tha Purge...then look atchu like... fuck watchu heard.

Splurge on you with his tongue until it hurt like a pinched nerve and....feed you wit a long handle spoon like a bird.

He'll tell you he don't give a fuck like a waiter who just gave away a table that was reserved.

He learned as he got older that he had a heart for some people who didn't have no one in they corner. So he showed he was preserved.

When he had pain liberated. He had alot of shit to say as if he had a urge...his word had no slur.

He was a young negga wit haters and bounced back after a lost like tha Spurs.

Only person he could depend was his brother that had his back like abundance of furr.

He only had a perspective BIG as finger rolled blunt.

His brother didn't understand why but....he couldn't explain to him and he couldn't even stunt.

His girl falsely had love for him....come to find out she had a lil junt.

He always wanted tha score then before he called game over in tha 4th quarter he won by a punt.

He'll let his voice be heard before he let his vessel sunk.

He wanted to apologize to tha girls who wanted him but was too young to understand.

If he could go back and start over he would've had a maestro plan.

Now he's like fuck you and whoever else don't have his back.

He's like that candy first their sour then their sweet...now that's a sour patch.