Poems

Super-preme

I ain’t ever rock Supreme.

Boy, what the fuck you mean?

How the hell you gonna let a label run your whole fuckin’ scheme?

Never in my life, would I let a name brand run mine.

And fuck buying a new watch; I’m already out of time.

 

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