LETTER TO MY EX-MENTOR
Listen! This is not poetry it ’ s Rap and I don ’ t care if you don ’ t like this, it ’ s a bloody diss You said you made me? You made shit, how dare you use my name for your piece It ’ s been years since I made myself forget you; now you want peace? Bullsquat! Go piss on yourself You said I never paid allegiance or homage? Well, here ’ s a tip, lick it You kicked me when I had my bad legs on and forced me to walk on it You want more homage? This is my good leg, bend down and work on it You talked me down and gave me a hunch to it But I ain ’ t Quasimodo, no apologize taken, you are surely gonna burn I laid my trust on you; you made a dart of it and sent a thrust for my heart Thanks! I made a new one; it ’ s solid steal and has saved me plenty I guess you do deserve my regards; you broke my weaknesses and made me tough Who would have guessed I ’ d have ended up half as this? Now I ’ m tough just as you wished me to be; so t...