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-

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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..