Shawn’s Poetry Corner

Shawn's Poetry Corner is more than an outlet—it's a portal into his soul. Shawn has never been one for words in conversation, but when he holds a pen, his silence transforms into a symphony of emotions and stories. Each stroke of ink is a masterpiece, a glimpse into the depths of his mind and heart.

Dive into his world.

They hop on the net and turn into a character,

You a big dawg? But you ain’t mentioned me, you mentioned her.

In real life, I turn into a character,

Have them goons outside your crib so I can act like I was never there.

Dying to get on tv, that’s why he got aired,

He made the news but since he was living bummy, nobody cared.

I hope lil bro try and get his lick back. I double dare,

You can act like you ain’t hair in me, that switch gon spray like McNair.

I ain’t no gang member but I’m really like that,

Get on that net throwing shots and God as my witness, imma send some right back.

I get on the net and wanna show my true colors, then I remember the Feds watching so I can’t type that,

Wait ? This aint criminal, this family And they know I’ll never turn my back.

I Came along and got her and the kids fly and here he comes tryna clip my wings,

Jumped on the net, talking bout putting money on my head and I’m praying he would bring the pain.

Then I remember my children more lit and they’ll put that boy to shame,

Looking at my shorty like how you get knocked up by a lame?

Name ain’t Waldo, I’m not hiding,

Put a spell check on that boy, that beam dot em.

First 48, cops tryna figure out who shot em,

He said some things that can’t be live down, now y’all gotta live without em.

Got that demon tatted on my chest, but I don’t wanna be that anymore,

Steady wanting war with me and I’m like are you sure?

I’ll dash and have that beef right at your door,

You not even like that. You Chris Rock, CB4.