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Tha Poet:



Sometimes my life just seems so hard,

And I feel like it’s only getting harder- And at times I feel like I oughta,

Just stop and quit, give up and leave it- All behind and try to forget.

But I know I can’t because I must move on,

So I sit down and put my anger in a poem.

I hate this world and I dread this Life- This is what I was given,

This can’t be right.

Cursed with depression and blessed with a talent,

A talent unappreciated- It’s an awkward balance.

Friends and foe’s- Who’s who? No one knows,

You think you know someone until there other side shows.

This is my world and I welcome you to it,

You can enter if you want- But be careful if you do it.

I’ve suffered forever and I’ve shed so many tears,

My heart is like a ball that’s faced so many fears.

Fear or insecurity? Reality or a dream?

I’m insecure about my fears- And my reality isn’t what it seems.

One direction then the next- I think I’m at my best,

Then I take another fall- But I haven’t gave up yet.

And I stress the word yet- Because the closer I get,

And the more pain I’ve met- I want to try less.

But these things on my chest- Won’t let me give up yet,

They get there and they sit- I’m so sick of this shit.

The hurt is getting redundant- I really don’t want it,

I don’t want tomorrow- I don’t want next week,

I don’t want the sun up.

To see another day is to face some more pain,

I can’t live this way- I’m tired of this game.

I keep on losing- And I can not do it,

I can’t get used to it- I think I’m gonna lose it.

I can’t keep choosin- When people keep using- Me,

So I sit back sometimes- And lose myself in the music.

It helps to let me try- To keep these tears from escaping my eye,

So to keep them from leaving-

I gotta make this poem cry.











Tha Poetic Son:



They often stroll down my eyes

In response - I make poems cry

I release my fears and worries, on a page with fury

Letting it all go - Till the world embrace my story

Feels my pain

Understands ive walked threw the hottest rain

Drops filled with fire - Scorching my every desire

My hopes and dreams - Slaughtered with ease

Looking for the light - Threw wretched deeds

Finding tears fall faster - When this is the life you lead

They often stroll down my eyes

In response - I make poems cry

With a Bic pen and black ink

I quickly show you - Exactly how I feel and think

How I feel about my father

Always questioning - Why didn't he bother?

Bother to raise a boy - Teach him to be a man

Throwing your child to the wolves? - I just cant understand

Cant understand what he was feeling and thinking

Cant understand what he was doing or seeking

Knowing he has a child begging and pleading - Hoping and wishing

To once again - Enter his fathers vision

These tears keep coming - Disturbing my vision

They often stroll down my eyes

In response - I make poems cry

Drying my tear ducks - So this poem I can conduct

Reflecting this life - Its so fucked up

Has God turned his back - Has he just gave up

Looking at me - Filled with disgust

Rapping me of hope - Replacing it with bad luck

Distraught at the things - Ive done for a buck

Wondering - Why am I running a muck?

Instead of excepting this life

Is he teaching me a lesson - By punishing my life?

I don't know what he's thinking - Or what he's teaching

But my eyes keep leaking - Wretched thoughts keep creeping

I pray they'll pass by

They often stroll down my eyes

In response - I make poems cry

Threw pen and paper

I show how Im scared yet want to die

How I cant seem to focus my unseen third eye

The two you see - Have drowned in a tortured sea

I walk a path that's hard to see

A path where sane people - Just don't be

A path that teaches you - How not to be

A path thats doomed - Yet easy to consume

A path that halts a flowers bloom

A path where insecurities, crime, hate, and death looms

This path I must escape

I constantly try - But

They often stroll down my eyes

In response - I make poems cry