Yesterday
Jan 12, 2023
A personal diss turned into poem
Yesterday you called me,
Today, you left me.
But that is what I expected from you.
You call yourself a “producer”
As you produce everyone embarrassment
Keep on screaming like a beast,
I will sweetly enjoy my life.
Yesterday, you praised me,
Today, you spit all over me.
Psycho in front of a mic,
Society is twisted as you see.
People like you pollute the radio.
Can they shut up for good?
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