...FeaR of LovE...
 

I used to stare at tha sky and wonder why I couldn't fly
Dreams of a young guy rejected cuz I denied a slice of Apple Pie
Id cry, I was hated juss cuz I didn't wanna live tha 'Merican Dream
Everythin' seemed like I was stranded on a log headin' down stream
Feared tha high beam, Afraid of heights, Thought I'd be carried by luv
But found it liked to shove, Never knew peace, Only seen fake doves
I was a few steps above, Hell, But many below tha gates of Heaven
It got worse when I realized, My luv used my weakness as a weapon
So I let it go, I didn't know how I'd be one to let luv grow
Couldn't come in precision wit tha flow, Thought I had it mastered....No
Tha signs tried to show me I needed my luv time and time again
Then I finally let go of tha bottle, And fell back in luv wit my pen

Uppin....Peace

YO Nicely done flowed constanly and contend was nice.....

Holla check mine
USA VS IRAQ poem

that was nice

Couldn't come in precision wit tha flow, Thought I had it mastered....No
Tha signs tried to show me I needed my luv time and time again
Then I finally let go of tha bottle, And fell back in luv wit my pen


nice drop...

that shit was nice..deep and fulla emotions...every drop you do is iller than the next dunny...keep doin what your doin..peep my poem called talking To Myself...one

was nice... not bad of a drop.......

i loved the topic of this...haha... started of like this was bout a chick and shit...but ended up bout a pen and writ'n... haha...

I was a few steps above, Hell, But many below tha gates of Heaven

^best line...

you's a true lyricist...

*(chant'n...)*
mentill and pen sitt'n in a tree...
k-i-s-s-i-n-g.................

damn forgot the rest...........