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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.

Let’s have a game with happy and sad music
I keep hearing that clock go tic...
To the tock, that's how slow life is when you grow up
So I'm gonna smoke, and live life till I throw up

Around this time I'm beginning my new end
Stick around to the bitter end? You're more than a friend
You're the best, that’s why I save this chest
Gonna keep movin', can't slow down, cannot rest!

'Cause today is a new day
and I've gotten a gift, gonna have to wait some time; that ok?
Take life by the balls they say
Gotta explore and work, can't play

So this is my realization, of my anticipation
to go out, to take it, to make it
Not my time to shine, but when, I'll say it
Though what's happened so far I won’t forget...

So be the best that I can damn be
so the rest I'm gonna shake off like fleas
Can't hurt this armor with that sting, aint even a real bee
So our darkness, our edge, and our Ink, is all on me...