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Your Dirty Soul
when you wake up tomorrow a rain will start to fall,
it will wash away the burdens of your soul.
It wont stand you clueless no more, blind to reality,
a victim of denial and full of self pity.
you have come to an age where it's all about you,
liquor smoke and sex but nothing to pursue.
you brag about the time you booked yourself a doll,
a bad ass bitch, they said, a behind of a ball.
talk bout the hustle its all a lyric line for you,
jamming to trash rap cause you think it's all cool,
smoking on that loud like it does you any good.
I aint hating on your moves aint trying to kill your vibes,
but if you were a real man you'd stack up them dimes,
educate your self and quit low salary jobs.
don't look for trouble walking deep with your people,
looking odd to the feds your chances are so little,
to spark up a dime bag it aint worth the struggle.
somewhere deep down in your pathetic heart,
hidden is your talent give it a fresh start.
next time you with your homies cruising on cloud 9,
talk bout your future, money and be divine.
so when you wake up tomorrow and see a rain fall,
its a sign my brother go clean out your soul.
it will wash away the burdens of your soul.
It wont stand you clueless no more, blind to reality,
a victim of denial and full of self pity.
you have come to an age where it's all about you,
liquor smoke and sex but nothing to pursue.
you brag about the time you booked yourself a doll,
a bad ass bitch, they said, a behind of a ball.
talk bout the hustle its all a lyric line for you,
jamming to trash rap cause you think it's all cool,
smoking on that loud like it does you any good.
I aint hating on your moves aint trying to kill your vibes,
but if you were a real man you'd stack up them dimes,
educate your self and quit low salary jobs.
don't look for trouble walking deep with your people,
looking odd to the feds your chances are so little,
to spark up a dime bag it aint worth the struggle.
somewhere deep down in your pathetic heart,
hidden is your talent give it a fresh start.
next time you with your homies cruising on cloud 9,
talk bout your future, money and be divine.
so when you wake up tomorrow and see a rain fall,
its a sign my brother go clean out your soul.
Published 1st Oct 2013
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2nd Oct 2013 3:10pm
3rd Oct 2013 3:45pm
Thank you. It is my very first poem, and it means a lot to me knowing you took the time to read and give me a feed back.
Anonymous
14th Nov 2013 3:41pm
DAMN! Good write SellaFierce..put it out there!
for your first effort..I'm impressed..keep writing
for your first effort..I'm impressed..keep writing
10th Dec 2013 11:34pm
11th Dec 2013 00:54am
'you have come to an age where it's all about you,
liquor smoke and sex but nothing to pursue.'
There's a couple of line's in this that really flow and speak to me.
It's cool and real, well worth writing!
liquor smoke and sex but nothing to pursue.'
There's a couple of line's in this that really flow and speak to me.
It's cool and real, well worth writing!
11th Dec 2013 3:11am
11th Dec 2013 3:33am
Oh shit! Wow, clearly you're NOT a lady dazzled easily
I like the strength n wisdom of this ink, it's a fav!
I like the strength n wisdom of this ink, it's a fav!
11th Dec 2013 3:46am
