weston Tucker

Wulf.Poetry.

weston Tucker
Wulf.Poetry.

18 Plays

5 months ago

need a therapist Life was great, then things fell, start taking everything from me again, I don’t know bout you but I’m tired of the reset button, sometimes wish the game ended, can’t get everything you want, sometimes I wanna be rich others times try to happy but really needing hope. This rope around my waste for when it’s time to pull me back, my mouth confidence is unholy, maybe poetry is my therapy, but even these demons in the dark no longer scaring me, feel like an underground Mike posner, brother I know how you feel people called me a poser since 5 grade, only for rap am I a slave, I will be till my grave, my life has been a movie in several different categories, comedy, action, sci-fi, some horror scenes I can’t lie, probably know someone in every city, still not down with the acult following, been different like 2chains so no I don’t expect the come up to be the same as ever other rapper in the game no , I chose this lane, but just like the old crack stove, I’ve had the burn on low, sizzling at the prefect temp, don’t mean to be dramatic but I see you got that itch, but just like future I see a billion in my future, go check the YouTube I’m steady at the 3 point line as a sharp shooter, predicted this balling, this industry has always been my calling, so I don’t understand why these label got these bank stalling my roll, for the right pride we could all make a deal an have control of this new flow, flying around as Orin’s crow, yeah I came from selling dope, but just like Thomas Shelby an his whole family I don’t want to hang by the rope, so legitimate business instead of the coke, I know crazy sounds like a joke but no I don’t want to be forever broke not just in my account, no broken mentally, not just physically, please start listening, can’t force things, sometimes it’s okay to change lanes and switch frames, we came long way from the bottom, proud of who I am, we all knew God has me as survivor in this plan, because here I stand a man, with all his regrets left in the sand, blowing away with time and new pride is created where love has waited for young man, gunned for heart of beautiful lady soul of flames to bring back your name to its rightful glory to help you right his story.

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5 months ago

need a therapist Life was great, then things fell, start taking everything from me again, I don’t know bout you but I’m tired of the reset button, sometimes wish the game ended, can’t get everything you want, sometimes I wanna be rich others times try to happy but really needing hope. This rope around my waste for when it’s time to pull me back, my mouth confidence is unholy, maybe poetry is my therapy, but even these demons in the dark no longer scaring me, feel like an underground Mike posner, brother I know how you feel people called me a poser since 5 grade, only for rap am I a slave, I will be till my grave, my life has been a movie in several different categories, comedy, action, sci-fi, some horror scenes I can’t lie, probably know someone in every city, still not down with the acult following, been different like 2chains so no I don’t expect the come up to be the same as ever other rapper in the game no , I chose this lane, but just like the old crack stove, I’ve had the burn on low, sizzling at the prefect temp, don’t mean to be dramatic but I see you got that itch, but just like future I see a billion in my future, go check the YouTube I’m steady at the 3 point line as a sharp shooter, predicted this balling, this industry has always been my calling, so I don’t understand why these label got these bank stalling my roll, for the right pride we could all make a deal an have control of this new flow, flying around as Orin’s crow, yeah I came from selling dope, but just like Thomas Shelby an his whole family I don’t want to hang by the rope, so legitimate business instead of the coke, I know crazy sounds like a joke but no I don’t want to be forever broke not just in my account, no broken mentally, not just physically, please start listening, can’t force things, sometimes it’s okay to change lanes and switch frames, we came long way from the bottom, proud of who I am, we all knew God has me as survivor in this plan, because here I stand a man, with all his regrets left in the sand, blowing away with time and new pride is created where love has waited for young man, gunned for heart of beautiful lady soul of flames to bring back your name to its rightful glory to help you right his story.

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