I sang my song like I was singing for the crowds
Like I was killing notes for the crown
Yet I was doing it for the sound
For the Love of the rhythm in my head
For the lyrics from my tongue were never heard
Lost in music,...
...for no genre I ever cared
Always cried in my poems when shit occurred
Yeah!!! I'm just another writer...
...incarcerated by my pen in rhyme-book pages
Hell yeah!!! To be where I am one has to be fighter
I prayed one-day to write a poem like this
Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace
Something simple & honest, something about me
From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping
They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey
All the time, I missed me...
Found drowning in spiritual wild waters
Religiously disguised as holy water
Non-believer like me, I gotta get my life in order
Make sure the food my son eats is proper
My crime as I write gotta be man-slaughter
This is the last of the scripts that killed sons who became daughters
Its about time I met salvation & write about the author
What life had to offer...
...to life, what had I to offer?
An answer to a common writer, I missed me...
Looking for world and all the good in it, I missed me
I prayed one-day to write a poem like this
Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace
Something simple & honest, something about me
From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping
They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey
All the time, I missed me...
Creepy as it is I gotta soldier-on
Struggle continues as life goes on
Looking deep in me seems a bit strange
From the inside looking in, it's still long-range
With moods worst than a woman's PMS
Life got me on check-mate in this game of chess
My last name can't just be shared like a piece of bread
Not with the innocent, I'd rather drop dead
Issue me the signs & I shall sleep in peace
For the last days of my life, may all Rest In Peace
I prayed one-day to write a poem like this
Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace
Something simple & honest, something about me
From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping
They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey
All the time, I missed me...
Long-nose, 45 special was very heavy & cold
Only 6 years old, I guess I was bold...
...hands got burned & left permanent marks to help me hold
Most of his memories were over-ruled
His last name is "Magnum" & he belonged to my nation
My only armor through trial & tribulations
That best pal of mine that left 5-drowning in blood
It all made me cry for my son, my blood...
...my nation, he deserve not my bitter misery in history
Not even its smell or taste...
...I got shot & realized that all along, "I missed ME!!!
I prayed one-day to write a poem like this
Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace
Something simple & honest, something about me
From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping
They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey
All the time, I missed ME...!!!
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