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-Revision I- It was brought to my attention that even though these are poems and are for entertainment they are still connected to me. Meaning, that these poems are connected to “real world events” that have happened or is premeditated for future use. That being said, even though everything is connected to real world events, they should be disregarded as nothing more than a real life emotional connection to improve the quality of the material being read. In conclusion, all concerns, questions, and “legal” issues should be sent by email; any other way of contact being referred to my poems will be referred to this disclaimer and revision and/or can be ignored. Thank you for your understanding and enjoy.
Such a **Lonely Day**, and it’s only been to May
That’s why I sit here and choke on this heavy smoke, to make everything seem ok
Now I gotta go walk this **8 Mile**
Still going on, waiting for my trial, gotta lay this tile, but shits’ still coming-so vile
This is the main lane to my pain, so I’m going to Snuff** it. This isn’t a skit, but I can’t throw a fit…maybe later the candle can be re-lit
All this pain hits this train, it’s gonna de-rail it
skid, crash, burn; I gotta get up, I can’t fail!
Where’s my trail? Shit, can’t help I’m male
This wasn’t a break, a tear, or a scar
no, it’s a cold, long, and rusty nail
But what if I’m stuck? what if I like the cold and the dark?
You’ve taken 2 out of 9, that’s 7, oh what luck
All went so fast, now really slow-going with the flow-“Oh shit, fuck!”
I’m moving forward but still stuck, can’t stop
I have to aim, fire, and hit my bleeding mark
I’ve been through lonely, walked all that way, blew it out
The weather’s changing, but so is my point of view
You following yet? good, great, wait for your cue
I still look back at all this, but I don’t want to bitch, complain, or even cry; I want to SHOUT!
Stuck in this 3 step circle, to one the feeling is mutual
When will I reach critical, when will I escape this cycle?
