Angel Girl’s Ep [2022]
With every poem,
I swear,
I ask that the clouted
hush up, just vibe wit me
I represent them righteous princesses-
:PRODUCTs
OF POVERTY
I guess lately ive been stressing shit, wondering if they’ll rock wit me,
Worried if i take em up top, will they save a spot for me
Or has the city cynical eye-zed my mind?
That truth is hard for me; bullets
like the tears in your eyes
all those times you’d cry and never thought i’d see
So premature throughout the years,
How could i not surpass my peers
I wish i told myself back then
“no matter what girl, you pure ferocity”
From this point on, I move wit a certain je ne sais quoi to me
Sanctified subtleties; like my writings in envelopes kissed with rogue by Robyn
Renaissance mami, They hollin,
“Rapunzel, let out da block for me”
Revenge is in the comets, so if im ignoring all the comments
its cuz i know that God gon block em
and they dont stop
i know its hard to see, i know he like the art in me… Some bitches say I aint all that, i think they proud of me probably still fighting the truth, cant stand the honesty
Hope Nicki love me, word to my pen- its just the Barb in me
Itty bitty piggy, im piggybacking the God you seek
Maybe deep down, im afraid of my sensuosity
Like when I see these dudes on the ave,
Hope they dont bother me
Strutting trepidatiously, niggas be buggin-
Give him conversation, he thinking we fuckin- buggin
I be tucking my dreams away from the shade of the public
Cause these days, If it aint trendin, nobody gon love it-
But fuck it
Word momentum like Kilauea in crimson flames
Not a game but the wordplay like san andreas,
swear it-
be bussin; eruptin
I dont joke when it comes to talent, thats one thing i refuse
I know hoes that betrayed they sisters, just to be in some views
Could never be me.
If word is bond,
then my soul
is gon forever be free
Heaven called; we talked private,
im the closest thing to heaven you’ll see
The girl’s official.
R O C ‘s finest, offical tissue
I rose from concrete- cant fail even with all the bristles
What can I say when they dont wish me well?
Im from da Roc; wit every good, comes some sort of hell..