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[aid] => mick
[title] => IS THIS MY LIFES PURPOSE??
[time] => 2005-02-28 19:28:37
[hometext] => THIS IS SURE TO BE THE BEST OUT OF THE ANGRY POETRY LIST..CHEK IT OUT!!!
[bodytext] => My tears fall on the paper as i write this ryme Its like somewhere in my life a part of me died And through my eyes a forgotten pain...rott in vain Escapin the hell fire runnin from flames Seein moms on the kitchen floor Not knowin that the dope she injected this time was to raw Saw myself trapped in the womb tryin to get out Consumed by this hell flamed pain i spit out On the day we rest may our souls be free I aint mad cuz this world made a cole like me I forgive her cuz my mother gave us all she could Just another black girl lost enslaved by the hood I would trade my existance to give you breath Guess the only guarantes in this life is death As I look around seein im the last one left And the things i cant change I just gotta accept Watchin the heat throdle on trail cuz niggaz is tellin My rap sheet be the novel of a predicate felon D.A. narrator of a story untold Homicide found some evidence the truth unfold Painten pictures for the jury that my heart seem cold Let me explain This life nearly drove me insane Cell 33 i block lay in the flat Eatin jack mack to far cant turn back Niggaz rather see you layin on the coroners table Unprepared for the war an even more disabled Turn they backs on you slay you like Kane did Able Heard took two in the chest an one in his navel See my mom chose dope my pop chose the pipe So I ryme like a triple beam balance in life Hope the scale lean on my side so i can prevail Most of us lay in the casket or locked in jail Urban warfare guerilla combat I seen a bullet tear a niggaz head off upon contact So pour some Henny out for those not comin back I pour this Henny out for my nigga killa black The criminal way a foul price to pay Another dark day reminisin on ty yey 19 dead plus had baby on the way Its real ***** chicken heads they dont be feelin ***** Pain runs deep in my life It just reveals it late night Im jumpin out the bed in cold sweat Drippen wet playin my gate wit cigerette Up north six months an aint seen my girl yet She wrote me once told me she was doin her thing Wrote her back told her live her life by all means Peep game cuz things aint as real as it seems Slit her own moms throat for the taste of cream Had my man dead up for the chedda time will come But she bounced down south an took my son If I could reach out an touch her she just get bucked But im locked out stressed out mad as ***** and I down wanna wait [comments] => 3 [counter] => 305 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Compton-tre-block [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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