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[sid] => 162475
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Innocent
[time] => 2010-09-26 03:09:32
[hometext] => This poem is talking about a child who grows up and is influenced by the criminal lifestyle..yet his mother only remembers his innocence..
[bodytext] => He was just a little child So innocent and sweet His mother used to play with him by tickling his little feet His father was'nt there, he was addicted to the grind and probably didn't care because he was always doing time But that child was very smart, he took in every thing he saw He looked up to the older guys Who were always in trouble with the law...... A few years down the road that little child was getting older He was still pretty innocent...... But his heart was getting colder Crooks had stories to tell and he heard every thing they said They even showed him how to act, It kept his curiosity fed They showed him how to fight and represent his side of town The other side had they're clique too So everybody held it down...... A few years down the road he went and made himself a name His innocence was gone.... And he would never be the same The police locked him up, but to him it was a joke He laughed about his crimes behind that marijuana smoke.......... And as all this time went by...His mother cried herself to sleep because all she could remember is when her child was so sweet........ Then one night that boy got drunk and hit the streets to put in work He saw a rival all alone pulled his heat and let it jerk..... A body hit the ground at the same time his mom was praying... That boy was placed in cuffs and arrested for that slaying.... He was just a little child so innocent and sweet His mother used to play with him by tickling his little feet A terrible defeat.... If only she would have seen a vision That one day her smiling child.... Would see the inside of a prison................................................... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Hooligan785 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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