DKGS: A Diary

I’m sorry, sir, but your swag is disrupting my flow

I need some swiftness in my life

And I can’t get it tailgating you

So slow with your “bro limp” on

Got some news for you

Saggers ain’t cuttin’ it

I’m sorry, sir, but your swag is disrupting my flow

Ain’t you ever seen a flow so smooth

It’s like a current of wind

Or a wave atop the ocean, so blue?

I cannot think straight when I’m trying to walk

If my walking is swerved

Because your swag is a crutch to me

I can’t be dictated by this imagined swag of yours

Get a grip, man, I’m trying to do me

Like you do you

Just don’t impeded me being me

And I will let you be

Excuse me, sir, I hate to interrupt

But it seems that your swag

Is disrupting my flow