Serious Shit

Now this is some serious shit. Take a read. Written by Spilling Ink’s Mikhail Simmons


I do serious shit
That end up sounding legit
Different to any crit
Or things we used to spit
You know…
Back in the days when it was all about
Diddly jack shit
And playing with clits
Which Is probably what these youths need
Instead of playing with clips
Murderous tools
Meant to depopulate a specific breed
If they really wanted them gone wouldn’t it be done
Just like when their sons kill another one
It disappears from our news
Sometimes I swear
its lossed screws
Sins past due
Grins back… Because it true
And you
And I
Still watching as societal norms
Crush our beliefs
A true tragedy
Of me I
And now
You and I
Never have the right
To try
But all right to die
meaningless triumphs
As we all just die young
Guns and drugs
Skins and Thugs
Ministers and world leaders
Men tasked with protecting our nation
In relation to a mind bobbling sensation
Of shit
Things I never writ,
Wrote, Spoke
Do dope,
Put my hands between a spinning wheel
Cheat, beat…
The hands that feed me
Bleed for me, dream about me
Fight and die for me
Sins that cry not to be
Lost souls fail to see,
Being different is what truly brings us to be
An untold creed,
And what we cease to be,
Is Truth.
As speaking out of turn lands us back in Shit
So why don’t I do serious shit?
Its simple…
We’re already
In… Serious shit

Spilling Ink (M.S)

Author: thespillingink

SpillingInk is the creative combination of active minds putting fun, obstacles, triumphs, life and its untold similarities shared into Written Art

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