.:Whispering Secrets:.

I sit back and recline-in-the-breeze..celebrate the time-of-peace,
wine-and-weed,Inhale the Smoke Keeps my mind-at-ease,
Nerves are calm,whisky puts me out-In-sleep,
and take these "words to the grave" about this secret im about-to-speak...

.:Story Time:.

i was raised-in-the-hood for a purpose, my soul-was-neglected,
as i sit there shivering in the chilling winds my body feels
cold-and-errected,
I give mad respect for my family for makin-me-do-right,
like if i was stealing souls from innocents the way im takin-a-new-life,
i was broke and alone, sometime my weight-may-ponder,
and if i never made it out i would have gave the greats-dishonor,
words express emotions wheather its hate-or-its-love,
and to have a good life is something i practiced and elevated-above,
I felt like silent shots are close,tips toward to peirce-my-skin,
crying from tears-of-sin..i went threw stages of life where I
fear-a-friend,
things looked bright,but all of a sudden the weather got
colder-and-blue,
thoughts like a soldier-recruit..and i was tired of hearing
"respect everyone older-than-you",
Ive asked for the Lord to reach out and show-ways,
the deal is both-ways...went threw quick and slow-days,
felt lonely without my steel, but the path shall turn nines-to-dust,
ive always had my peice along by my side when ever times-got-tough,
i lost all courtisey for the law when they had rights to
maim-a-citizen,
i was no where near the crime scene, judgemental people
framed-the-innocent,
i stopped the gangsta act, so what i used to throw-plenty-powder,
and if you dont "save yourself" evil in you will grow-every-hour,
there lost and out of luck,like science professors i
confuse-the-students,
and ive learned to surpass all the opticals going threw the
roots-of-music....


oh and Enjoy you sad excuse for a text'cee.

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