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Array ( [sid] => 4870 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => this aint tgrant but I wanted to write something [time] => 2002-10-10 09:30:00 [hometext] => my poem is basically a freewrite. hope you enjoy it, if you don't that's not really my problem. [bodytext] => Growing up in the heart of the ghetto is mad tough, you got niggaz running up and down the block from cops and other stuff going on that can still put a strain on your brain, like the dudes getting off the six o clock train with guns in their hand to knock somebody off, or the bullets that wiz by your face at night when you chillin on the block. All that and more was ***** but I'd rather be there then be here living in fear that if I die my moms won't hear until about three years. Nobody knows me and I don't care cause if they knew what I'm going through they'd probably be scared or worried like ***** and probably ***** their pants because it's a crazy life a live and I try to get myt mind off it but I can't, it just repeats itself over and over and over in my mind again until I pop. Maybe it'll come out in the wrong form like a shot bust at myself because I'm tired and weary and no one seems to hear me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 43 [informant] => TGant3 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
this aint tgrant but I wanted to write something

Contributed by TGant3 on Thursday, 10th October 2002 @ 09:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Growing up in the heart of the ghetto is mad tough, you got niggaz running up and down the block from cops and other stuff going on that can still put a strain on your brain, like the dudes getting off the six o clock train with guns in their hand to knock somebody off, or the bullets that wiz by your face at night when you chillin on the block. All that and more was ***** but I'd rather be there then be here living in fear that if I die my moms won't hear until about three years. Nobody knows me and I don't care cause if they knew what I'm going through they'd probably be scared or worried like ***** and probably ***** their pants because it's a crazy life a live and I try to get myt mind off it but I can't, it just repeats itself over and over and over in my mind again until I pop. Maybe it'll come out in the wrong form like a shot bust at myself because I'm tired and weary and no one seems to hear me.




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Re: this aint tgrant but I wanted to write something (User Rating: 1 )
by KraZshyt on Friday, 8th November 2002 @ 04:56:45 AM AEST
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I really love your poem ~
keep writing~
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