I think this poem written on March 14, 1996 was during my rapper phase. The language is definitely rougher, coarser and more street and slang influenced. I’m going to save myself the embarrassment by not posting the last third of the poem. I don’t want to talk about it (shaking my head at my younger self.)
Fake
While you’re busy smiling in my face
You’re thinking about a girl to take my place
While you say that you care about me
You’re thinking about the other chicks that may be
You’re fake
Fake as be
You thought I couldn’t see
You’re fake.
How much more can I take?
Can’t decide what you like to do
Talk to me thinking that I like you
But that isn’t true
As soon as I am out of sight
You’re always trying to make some hype.
Why you gotta tell my life?
If I could
I’d like to slice you with a knife
You’d like to be my sunshine friend
The only thing you are are is fake to the end.
You’re fake
Fake as can be
You thought I couldn’t see
You’re fake.
How much more can I take?
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