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07-06-2005, 01:07 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Dirty South, Marrero/New Orleans. LA
Posts: 22
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This Thug's Feelings
I look outside and I see a full Moon
My body takes flight,pure at heart-so no evil can consume. My eyes of righteousness-let's my love harvest and Bloom. And my touch be more soothing than that shampoo-Videl Sasoon. My coat is rugged-n-tough, that thugish-but I'm not a Baboon. I've got inteleque, intelligence-n-claws like a Racoon. To scratch my way to the top--Yes Survival is the key. There's no you vs me--me vs you--more like Me vs Me. I understand that now, from all the people I've met. Sum showed love-others hate-either way a time I'll never Forget. But It was merely a challenge, something to over come. A test of Strenght & Ability, 4 me to find the One. Yall know who i'm talking bout-- he gave his only begotten Son. Can you feel the timing- The war has already Begun. Look in the sky, you see the clouds- now feels it's rotation. Gravity pulls--n--rain desends--Tears scattered to all nations. The book's closing-no more time--so yall stop the playin. Increase the Love- let's demonstrate--n-stop all the Hatin. Black-n-mild 2005 Copywritten Visit www.poetry.com for listings under wade, r Thank Ya Dirty South's "n" the Building. Stay Blessed Yall and keep |
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