Bass (Juan)
Professor Rau.
Pen pal Poem
I letter from the new me to the old me
Dear Juan (old me),
Chances are you’re long gone and that’s cool! You had
to die to make me realize I was fool. I wonder did you die or transform. I look
back at your mistakes you behaved like a new born. I’m glad think you’re dead
and gone I no longer think like a slave, a beast is worth more than Gold I
shouldn’t live in a cage. You used to be so angry but I chose to kill my demons
on stage. You had to die before I could learn to believe and achieve. I was so
naïve before God give me this dream. The old me would to sell OZ’s and QP’s
inside of the trap but the new me just wants to make a trillion with Rap. This
is the last letter I will write to you old me. The new me believes you should stay
in the past. The new me found God now I never finish last.
Sincerely Bass The Beast (new me),
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