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07-26-02, 05:21 PM
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Torn Apart
IP:
Life torn apart, you never even had a sure start.//
Ruined at tha age of 13, by your family and the streets.// And now I sit here and preach, tryin to grab or reach.// From the beginning you saw blood shed, the darkest flood red.// Ya dad beatin ya mom, she's cryin in tha dark, almost dead.// He's drinkin twenty four hours a day, so you sit and pray.// That he just leaves, and that you make it through today.// Tears pour out, you hear them, but you can't ignore shouts.// Ya dad throws tha beer bottle, knockin ya mom out.// Runs out tha house, with a piece of ya moms snagged blouse.// Police come, sirens run, rememberin when everythin used to be quiet as a mouse.// Life torn apart, you never even had a sure start.// Ruined at tha age of 13, by your family and the streets.// And now I sit here and preach, tryin to grab or reach.// Ya bro's run gangs, when at first thought of as fun games.// In tha streets they carry fame, but ruinin the family name.// Warrants out for their arrest, and ya parents get no rest.// As if the Great Lord’s test, but you need to get this off ya chest.// Pray that they don’t come home dead the next night.// You look up to them and for their life you’d fight.// Blood drippin off hands dead bodies everywhere.// Hidin weapons, when getting caught is somethin to fear.// Life torn apart, you never even had a sure start.// Ruined at the age of 13, by your family and the streets.// And now I sit here and preach, tryin to grab and reach.// Ya life gone down the tube, doing a job that’s kind of rude.// Wearin skimppy outfits, runnin to tha dark sayin you weren’t a prude.// Sellin yaself for money lettin guys touch you while u turn ya head.// Layin down in tha bed, with him on top and ya legs spread.// Bruises everywhere places not seen, from getting beat daily.// Disgracin yaself and not just ya family, and you plead save me.// Getting fed up with you life, and you think your nothin.// Look in tha mirror, eyes swelled, thinkin you’ll never be somethin.// The phone begins to ring, a person knocks on tha door.// But its too late, you’ve already let the dark blood poor.// |
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07-26-02, 07:01 PM
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IP:
that was nice very nice holla @ mine ye
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07-27-02, 03:07 AM
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IP:
that was nice mami........
i always like readin yo posts cuz yuu bring a different perspective of hiphop to the table........ with your drops i can see shit from the womans perspective and thats always good too see.... try and give feedback on some of mah shit,,, keep spittin sexy |
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07-27-02, 12:28 PM
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IP:
haha thanks...yea i'll check both ya crap out in a lil..much luv..God bless..1..
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07-29-02, 06:06 PM
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aight uppin
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