by KENY
Drunk days, alcohol flowing in my veins.
He said, “This life don’t suit you.”
Smoking vibes — blunts filled with green herb.
She said, “You have to be good, this life don’t suit you.”
Tardy to most places, so many problems.
They claimed, “Last time! This life don’t suit you.”
That’s not productive! “This life don’t suit you.”
You can’t do anything.
Heaven will one day throw you out, foreigner.
“Stay focused,” he said, “this life don’t suit you”
I live by my own rules!
Even as the world says, “You’re going to hell, this life don’t suit you.”
SUBMIT YOUR WORK
