Not my stress but what the heck? why am I on it? scrunched up face, I wanna break that asshole who threw that shit on me, this is not the way it was meant to be but still, I can't even land one single hit am I fit enough to do that bit? why the heck is this cringe? well I don't mind but I am still pissed at the one who broke that heart at the one who tore her apart and I do admit that she is at fault too but that that's just cause she is remaining true to her heart so boo hoo, imma protect her so shoo away go to hell ya ass, before I tear you away like a broken grass twig and smoke ya up, be in a trance ya know who you are but may be not anyway I have said what I want to say so what the fuck I don't care, die in a ditch get hit by a truck and this is all I want to say be nice or be ready to face the hell that I will bring ya what you too scared? hopefully not cause you still have my shit show to face..... - Yakaa: Jujaan
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.