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Untitled Cause It Has 2 Be
My story kicks off
like a theif in the night
i scream for the people
who work, who suffer, and
who wait.
The overburdened women who
starve for life and stare at
revolutions in the sunlight
Men who agonize in their
childhoods yet, struggle
for crowns with dice games
in alley ways
My world is illiterate yes yet,
their is evolution in our souls
our war of secrets rages on,
man vs mind, love vs crime and
the almighty struggle to live while
watching your friends die.
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Comment by: pitbull - 2008-05-11 17:34
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| Thruth hurts,saddness is beautiful, is all I have to say...I love your style it is truly amazing |
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| oooo This is good! I personally liked the second stanza...I got sooo much out of those three lines. Question though, in the second line in the last stanza "their...", did you mean "there..." or were you playing with their and there... |
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Comment by: Mick - 2008-05-08 04:04
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This is great...
I love the last stanza
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