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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Death Poem
fuck Nigga die slow
get the gun out
so you can suck it
before you go
because my poem is evil
like her black dress
because the bitch is called death
so run
so run
before she take your heart
like a hater will take your soul
because the bitch will take your money
then kill you
but a hater will take your soul
because you doing good
get the gun out
so you can suck it
before you go
because my poem is evil
like her black dress
because the bitch is called death
so run
so run
before she take your heart
like a hater will take your soul
because the bitch will take your money
then kill you
but a hater will take your soul
because you doing good
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
In The Depths of Solitude by 2PAC
A young heart with an old soul
How can there be peace?
How can I be in the depths of solitude
When there are two inside of me?
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accept simplicity...
How can there be peace?
How can I be in the depths of solitude
When there are two inside of me?
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accept simplicity...
Martin Luther King Jr
Man was born into barbarism when killing his fellow man was a normal condition of existence. He became endowed with aconscience. And he has now reached the day when violence toward another human being must become as abhorrent as eatinganother's flesh.
poem 1
my heart is on fire
like burning love
my soul is cold
like the inside of a ice box
my inside is dark
like the color of a black man skin
i fight in my sleep
just to keep the evil off me
like slaves trying run away from them white people
but i aint seeing nothing but black clouds
out my brown eye's
and rain drops coming down
in this black man world
like burning love
my soul is cold
like the inside of a ice box
my inside is dark
like the color of a black man skin
i fight in my sleep
just to keep the evil off me
like slaves trying run away from them white people
but i aint seeing nothing but black clouds
out my brown eye's
and rain drops coming down
in this black man world
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