Jared “WIB” Green

Dangerous of the amount of ticks
that sticks on a dog
When you let the him roam 

Battle scars and blood when he finally comes home

Sick to his stomach 

Bloated from the garbage consumed 

Keeping his deeds secret while he lies in bed with you

The stench behind me far worse than shit 

I’m a cage fighting pit 

My ears are slit 

All my innards eroding

Gunpowder, arsenic to give my bark a lethal bite

I fight with this shit in my guts going rounds various nights

I’ve been roaming around 

Getting into shit, acting clueless 

Being foolish

Ask forgiveness 

Pray repentance

Tell her i love you in the same cadence as Judas 

To Jesus
Laid you out on crucifix and watched your body burn 

Apart from all the evil I’ve done from the dark