...In front o’ the lord, how do we plead?
To our inner souls how do we plead?
We impose pain and suffering to other peoples lives.
Then we act like we proud when other call us wise ones.
Chasing high positions and claiming crowns that we do not deserve…
Your heart, your wiseness, your negligence caused that lost soul to feel less o’ himself and the results was suicide.
Yes! You are the cause o’ that innocent struggler’s death.
Now how do you plead?
If it was the dooms day how would you plead?
Knowing that you perfect speeches insulted other people intelligence.
Homie how do you live with yourself?
Are you still proud o’ your manhood?
Living a pregnant girl for a rich and older one, she had to abscond school get a job.
Things did not go well and you now all about it.
Her friend told you everything cause they care.
They told you that she lost a job, miscarried the baby, she hard no one to turn to
Cause she lost you. A reason to continue with life to her was disposed in her eyes.
She wrote you a letter expecting no reply cause she cared about you.
Left it on the bed and she hanged herself over the same bed that you use to make love on.
May her soul rest in piece…but how do you plead?
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Written September 7th, 2006
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(A BUCKET FULL OF TEARS)just joking brother, AROUND OF APPLAUSE for the work.The words were touchy made me ask myself how many have I disappointed, how many who lost their lives noy only literaly also figuratively because of my behavior.Who's life is incomplete becuase of simple things I hate to admitt but we pleade guilty and deserve the lord's punishment. MAY THE GAURDIAN ANGELS WATCH BESIDE THEE!!!!
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Truly Explosive!!!
Pro brother...I give my gratitude to yo 4commentin' on my shit...If yo watch closely the dates man...you'll realise that some o' those were written quite a while ago...By the way I gave myself the right to write in my native language...Xhosa...Well because I was interested in readin' a poem with a nice heading only to find it written in Urdu(Indian Language)...It was full of rhymes but I didn't understand a single line, so I decided to write my first Xhosa poem in AP...Those mother truckers from SumRecords haven't called me yet...I know not why...But anyway I keep on composing my own shit...Hustlin'...I suck my own dick...if ya know what I mean...Peace
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