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Who?
who was there to take care of me when life treated me shitty
who was the first to see the bull but still would love and forgive me you was the one to only hold out a helpin' hand when i grabbed it called me a prick, dick, and faggot, slammed my head into cabinets kick me out the house and tell 5-0 that i ran away beatin' the shit out me when you're mad (like everyday) cuz of the bruises couldn't work, now u mad at me that i put in work went thru my shirts and found a bag of weed who was there when my mother died who was the one to console when me and my brothers cried u was supposed to be there but no one had my back my only friends in life i met thru cookin' crack now your "little" boy is out makin' runs totin' heavy guns because the hate u give lil' infants fucks everyone who was it that gave me their time when i thought i was thru why should u care, all u need to know is it wasn't u. - a note to my father, Chip |
please share your thoughts
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i would love some feedback. uppin'
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need feedback. uppin'
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this was extremely dope..good build up, very good ending. I knew a twist was coming, i wasn't sure what it what it would be though. The emotion in this piece was definately felt, and I can relate with this a lot...I love it..i look forward to seeing more of your work...much respect.
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good lookin on the love. check out some more of my poetry:
my poems: http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=202821 http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=202397 http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=200947 http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=201395 |
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