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A halted being lay still amongst soiled laundry and crooked bedsprings confined in a prison-cell sized rectangle, ripe with the fragrance of
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and share an embrace at a
synchronized heartbeats-pace
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This may not be farewell forever, yet the fact remains
that even a partial presence could not satisfy all the names
by wmike145
16 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 8 7:42 PM 2007
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But now I compose symphonies of realized epiphanies
and speak about it in soliloquies of similes
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Few souls alive can truly relate / To the version of pain which forms companion to this tragedy / How do you choose to feel when you lose y
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You know what really bother me? The glorification of poverty / Nothings worth more in the projects than material objects / It’s nonsense, y
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Five years of my existence examined
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I wouldn’t change you for the world
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Just some more lyrical mastery from ya boy
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Life hits so hard like the tolls of bell
Like Mosley versus Vargas it'll make ya eye swell
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An older girl – practically a young woman
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When my pops died, I murdered my inner child
Angry about the cancer, the boy was slain for revenge
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Illest flow outside of AP and dominant within
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No it's not about the horse-
Just read it
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I want to fall off the face of the earth and land in your arms
This is destiny � I don�t believe in good luck charms
by wmike145
30 lines, 10 comments,
on Apr 21 9:07 PM 2006. In Love
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Manually unsteady; irregular breathing
Nervous like the first day of school
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A poets words misused will surely miss the mark
About the same as a blindfolded shot in the dark
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I’m a student of life and a master of myself
So why do I continue to waste away in these venues
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Parental Advisory
Explicit Lyrics
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Baby if I was hungry,
I would want you to feed me
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I feel loved every time we speak
with all the anger and hatred that comes from between your teeth
by wmike145
43 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 27 5:18 PM 2005. In Love
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Ayyo -
I'm 'bout to beat The Clock harder than he beat his own cock
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You’ll stand between us, holding the hands of your parents
It will be like a transient from opaque to transparent
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Your mood doesn’t change with the season
It’s like it changes for no reason
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Churches filled with some of the lowliest urchins
Making the word seem worthless-
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You down and our for the count,
your Gold heart no match for my cold art
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You got a heart of gold?
I got a soul of ice -
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You busy blunt smokin’
Rolling joints and tokin’
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Who you think put all the best emcees underground?
You can’t affect me; you ain’t no type of factor
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We stand on the same ground
So how is it that you are above me?
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More than book smart
I made a gallery from crooks’ art
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I use all of my amenities
To kill all of my enemies
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