No matter how hard i try, lifes a bitch and it bites catz/
sometimes i lose my will, and my strengths to fight back/
only place i can go to let it out is wit my mic/
me and other people friends, but we aint tight/
look up at the clouds screamin thoughts of blasphemy/
and accuse him of neglect, cause iv todl him t0, but he aint blastin me/
asked questions yet he not answerin me... and i hate the thought of him, factaully/
get mad at no reason, cause iv kept it bottled in/
but then look back on it as a wrong, and shake my skull like a bobble head/
toggled thoughts of death, scratched my fore-heading back to my roots/
lost everything at the tender age of 13, and now struggling to know the truth/
do i belong in ths setting? is that sunset off in the distance the place im heading?/
no- another dead-end/
hopefully this new beggining is what im longing for/
iv been knockin on heavens window, cause they refuse to open to me its door...

you dont gotta give feed-back, just feelin kinda down.. aight..

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Proud OYD member again . <------- That is whassup

I know how you feel brah... Sometimes, I feel as if God has put me on Ignore.

And I'm sure LatinKitten feels the same way every time she gets a reply to her pics in the Mug forum...

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str8 poem man

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