GROWING UP WITH CATZ WIT NO MINDS
ALL THE DID WAS GO SHOOT THEY NINES
SEEING PEOPLE FROM MY BLOCK KILLED IN THE OBITUARY
I STILL NEVER WANTED TO GO TO A CEMENTARY
GROWING UP WIT NO HOPE
WATCHING CRACKHEADS BUY DOPE
THIS AINT ABOUT LOVE
IT AINT ABOUT PAIN
I JUST HATE MY CHILDHOOD IT WAS SO LAME
ITS A SHAME THAT WE CANT OVERCOME THA PAIN
I STAND THINKING IN THA RAIN
MEMORIES THAT AFFECT ME
BUT DOESNT CONTAIN ME
CALL ME CRAZY
ILL CALL U INSANE
IF U COME FROM A PLACE LIKE ME
THEN U FEEL MY PAIN

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this was good..but next time i wanna see you add more details..cos dog..you only stating tha typical lit..that goes on..

check my poem..soon.."it's Age of Depression" and my two freestyles in tha lounge..holla..and keep yo head up

U used tha word "Pain" too many times boo,
try usen more vocab u got potencial,
keep spittin da realness ...

Pz
~1~

I agree w/ Dime but I live in a place like dat..But its in Cleveland,Ohio......Stay Reppin Tha Realness Hola At my Poetic Scripture

yo besides da repeats it was all good da flow was on point. keep writin im lookn 4 more of ur shyt. 100

yeah...raw...at times repetitive...but could be seen as a factor in the overall feel of the piece...(!?!?!)....anyway... - keep on swimming for shallow waters, watch out for the sharks - .,....respect...