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East End Poetry

by Bill Waves

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Point Breeze shit
Don’t fuck with my friends
Fuck rap this is the poetry of the East end
look under the door mat grab a key to come see and explore the 2nd floor porch where the only thing we pledge allegiance to is our own dreams and
if you ever threaten my dog I’ll Stomp you out til you have a seizure
but you won’t believe it until I switch faces with one of my demons and all you see is me smile when you take your last breath now your choking on blood and praying to Jesus

Don’t ever fuck with in th my Dog
thats my little sweet princess so I’ll rip you to pieces

Never the suburbs all my people come from the back alleys with needles or country with creatures

the lost children stealing prescriptions out of my
Mom and dads sock drawers amphetamine salts and klonopin had me fuckin with car doors and sneaking through homes when I was only fifteen and listening to the Beatles

They told me my addiction is a disease and it doesn’t leave after a couple evenings
but I still don’t know if I believe it

and really I’m looking for love but I don’t see it so I called this drunk girl to see if she needed someone to roll some weed with
and by the time the smoke reached the ceiling she was holding my penis

and I just fell in the rabbit hole again but it just felt like it was much needed

God help me I know not what I do
The evil blinds me
I can’t see it
But I’ll die for my childhood dreams
because the kid in me is a genius

PEACE

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released April 18, 2020
produced by Miller Mccormick

engineered by Big Jerm

recorded by Bill

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