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marquee13 said: "I enjoyed it. You got mad heart for dropping all this poetry when it aint no one replying. You got my respect. Keep it coming."
Low said: "i liked it too, but WAY too long, lucky i read it."
phyphe said: "good ish man.....
keep pourin ya thoughts......"
Doomsday said: "yea shit was hot keep em comming bro"
Sikh_Souldier said: "Under this skin my lifes just a fake,
this happy go lucky exterior is filled with hate.
anger, frustration, envy and greed,
the day i die will b like the day a slaves been freed.
over the years ive come to accept my fate,
as an outkast who has made many a mistake.
ive done shit that haunts me eryday i live,
thatll carry to my deathbed, but began in the crib.
it seems i got everything any1 could ever ask for,
a house, food, clothes, a mom thats not a crackwhore.
but most of wut u see is simply artificial,
haters keepin my life on cripple.
every day i wake up and look in the mirror,
is the life im livin worth it or should i end it with a heater,
but no way in hell that shit goin down,
my faith in god keeps me alive regardless of the ups and downs.
i open myself up, look to god and pray,
hopin i dont smoke my life away.
cuz any second erything u have could disappear,
when judgement day comes im screwed, thats y i live in fear.
tryin 2 escape all the fuckups of my past,
runnin away from the figurative gatt.
my hearts been shot, its been stabbed its open,
future looks bleak but still im hopin.
judgement day is on it way,
get on my knees to god and pray.
they say if life gives u lemons, u make lemonade,
but i aint been given lemons,
lookin for any way possible 2 get paid
wake up different day same shit,
life on slow-mo wish i could put it in rewind,
have picture in picture and freeze the time.
lets go back 2 square 1 where it all begun,
aint ever really felt like i was accepted society,
some bitch always tryin 2 step 2 me
just wanna wake up and be free of the pain,
just wanna wake up and not play these games
the solitude in my soul reverberates the past,
dunno how long this shittl last.
try 2 free my mind of avarice,
dont understand y i havta live like this.
try to justify my actions,
but always end up 2nd place like jim paxson.
in teh dark of the night,
feelin helpless shit aint right.
why is it always gotta b like this,
y does it feel like im walkin into an abiss.
shit is so fake, so serene,
just wanna wake up and say this all a dream.
shit keeps comin back, keeps on hauntin me,
its an uphill battle, shit is dauntin b
heart gettin colder n colder,
each day im gettin older n older.
life seemin like 1 big game,
always losin, just wanna quit playin.
tears just stop flowin,
emotions no more, they just stop showin.
no more tears, no more laughter no more pain
realizin people r fake, used 2 be so vain
burned my soul, basically cremated,
hopin itll come back, reincarnated
the tumultuous times keep runnin through my mind
always fallin back always 1 step behind
I aint hurt, dog im broke
always drown 2 the bottom, y I never float
im the underdog and im still on the bottom
but I aint gonna go out silent, imma be screamin 2 shoutin."
