I'm not a petty bitch
Not to say I can't be oneI don't like materialistic
Or superficial
Or artificial
Or empty thingsI don't wanna cut
A dumb whores face
When I catch her copping
My man in the bathroomImma high five that girl
For showing me what kind
Of fucker I had myself withI like gold but not
Encrusted diamondsI prefer freedom
Over fortuneI prefer poor for love
Than poor loveI don't envy supermondels
Or celebrities
Or billionairesWe're all living in the same hell
Running from our demons
And thinking we can take on the devilsSo I ain't a petty bitch
For just wanting even a secondOf your motherfucking respect

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PoetryJust me rambling. Some of it really doesn't make sense. Whatever. Poetry? Eh.