up in the ghetto holdin a heavy soul
a poetic rebel on a level of my own
forming these letters into words into poems
emotions flowing like fountains
running deep...
almost totally focused on all my priorities...
but love seems to always notice me...
so devoted on locating true romance...
hope she notice i need that bonus of a hocus pocus ferocious slow kiss...
like floatin on a motionless ocean my mind stands still
heart staying opened...cant help but keep it real
emotions always flowing like a waterfall
my footprints leading me into brick walls
life on pause for a just cause
fantastic overall but fatal flaws may become my downfall
typing on even if they dont like my type
my mind frame consists of several different types
cause my soul ghetto like the site
a poetic rebel minus the hype
quite like white light...bright like sunshine...
eyes so wide when i cry i produce diamonds
call my tear drops priceless
because its so much emotion that i cant focus
life just hopeless and none of these jackasses notice
so um back asking the oldest questions in the book
got my answers but never really understood
the purpose of life
i search and never find...i look but never see
i hurt but barely bleed...cursed but still breathe
see She all i got...She saving me a spot in Heaven's House
dont mind me just lettin it out
all the doubt in my dome...much depth deep in my soul
tell em leave me alone cause this world not my home
on these ghetto ass blocks i roam
see more stress than inside my poems
children dying...babies multiplying
living down the street from wicked crimes
um sick at times witnessing people live to die
really dont know why and never will
but i'd be a lie if i didnt keep it real
dying better than living
cause earth already made its decision that hell is here
but have no fear....pray for peers cause God is near
all this year brand new
6 mlllion ways to die and niggaz shoot
guns pollute, destroy and influence the youth
turning our babies into muthafuckin troops
i think of this daily what about you
fuck the world but what are we to do
Those fuckig up the world think death is the end... big surprise when they meet God and find that not only will they meet all those they have killed one way or a million other ways , but that the only way out of life is to perfect love ... god, quite a joker I guess,,, mankind a wee bit foolish , cos' we all knew love was the right thing to do ... ust didn't get around to it mostly ... so in the end God makes the point clear to everyone, no matter how stupid we have been in notlistening becaus... [+]more
Those fuckig up the world think death is the end... big surprise when they meet God and find that not only will they meet all those they have killed one way or a million other ways , but that the only way out of life is to perfect love ... god, quite a joker I guess,,, mankind a wee bit foolish , cos' we all knew love was the right thing to do ... ust didn't get around to it mostly ... so in the end God makes the point clear to everyone, no matter how stupid we have been in notlistening because of the world :) [-]collapse
One describes this poem "Everything" and then some. You said a mouthful. You definitely spitting some real shit on this one. Instant favorite. Keepem coming.