SUPPRESS

If I suppress

my regrets

would it cause me to glitch?

& if I’m strong

is a nigga still wrong

if I flinch?

wanna ball

& not no

baseball, kinda pitch

but if I speak on how I feel

will they call me a bitch?

Ima spit it anyway

matter fact, lemme switch

nah I’ll keep,

Cus a nigga get deep

like a ditch, But

whether thru my mom

or my dawg, or a chick

(I) admit that

heartache, turn a fckn icon

to a witch

But If I judge you then I’m wrong

cus we all

kinda hit

& when I say hit

I mean we beat up,

In a sense

but whether not my brawls

gon revolve

Round the fence

Still commence

cus a nigga do fall,

never quit.