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Revival
Title:Rivival
My soul is uplifted, when talent I'm gifted Seeps through a mic, so nobody can miss it wish it, made me who I am, stand like a man I see life is gathered in the palm of my hand No man can say he's lived life as much as me Some people call me their dawg, others say I'm a G Who I be, is who I make myself, pulled off the shelf Wishing my money count would increase wit wealth Gathered, shattered and broken memories of life My road ahead looks dark, but the future seems bright If I die before I wake, God will take my soul away I won't quit this game, even if I die right here, today Revival is in my blood, like blood swimming wit Drugs Revival in my heart, but yet I am still the same thug |
any feed back on my piece???????
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Mos def it was ill. Major emotion up in this.
I see life is gathered in the palm of my hand No man can say he's lived life as much as me I felt that shit hard. Very deep and worth much respect. Uppin on this piece. |
kinda played out. if you drop the thug act, you might be a decent writer. to many tupacs and not enough poets...
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iight more opinions about this piece I did
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not too sure if im feeling it, im feeling somethings there, resiliance? the fact that you can't stop, no one can stop you? how im reading it at least, dont have the time to read it over. I dig the concept (if i got it right that is), moreso the flow... love the flow
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