11:11 PM on 2nd Street
By Marquavious Moore
It’s just a room. It’s just a line.
I’m just a hoe.
Dip my pinky in my cup to clear my nose.
You know how it goes
when the caps
go woah
and I’m calling dis hoe crazy.
Bout to pop a telly,
Hit my celly.
The Dussé hitcha belly?
Tell me,
you fucking with the drip
or nah?
Blaze me.
Roll up
on this cerebral trip daily
Hazy-
Daisy picking in my mind
as it chase me..
the high that I got when I
was basically a baby.
Damn… it’s 5:33.