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THE TRUTH
Light is shinen'
But it's gone
People are blocken
Can't get through
Feel like cutten every thing down it's all sound
In a box
Buried in the ground
All is quiet
But its not
It is loud your ears are ringing
Political hypocrisy
All it is, is mocking me
Always having to watch channel 6
Instead I have to watch my 6
Trust no one love no one
All is blown up
People dien'
More money
No money
Broke folks
They have to find a way
Girls sellen their selves
To think that's the only way
Maken money
Then it all starts
Doen drugs
All hooked in the life
Can't get out of the hype
All sadness
Mama's worried
Papa's worken
Sistas sellen
Brothas drugen
JUST BREATHE
Find a way out
Get out of the unjustly hype
Crack, cocine
All hooked on that shit
You need an education
Study
Get out of this life
All it is. is a trap
A leach
Sucken the life out of you
People dien
People fighten
No money
NEED MO' MONEY
Crack, cocaine
The EX
Its all the same thing
Starten to become the main thing
But then you wakeup
Back to the same thing
But it's gone
People are blocken
Can't get through
Feel like cutten every thing down it's all sound
In a box
Buried in the ground
All is quiet
But its not
It is loud your ears are ringing
Political hypocrisy
All it is, is mocking me
Always having to watch channel 6
Instead I have to watch my 6
Trust no one love no one
All is blown up
People dien'
More money
No money
Broke folks
They have to find a way
Girls sellen their selves
To think that's the only way
Maken money
Then it all starts
Doen drugs
All hooked in the life
Can't get out of the hype
All sadness
Mama's worried
Papa's worken
Sistas sellen
Brothas drugen
JUST BREATHE
Find a way out
Get out of the unjustly hype
Crack, cocine
All hooked on that shit
You need an education
Study
Get out of this life
All it is. is a trap
A leach
Sucken the life out of you
People dien
People fighten
No money
NEED MO' MONEY
Crack, cocaine
The EX
Its all the same thing
Starten to become the main thing
But then you wakeup
Back to the same thing
Published 30th Dec 2013
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5th Jan 2014 12:15pm
One of the most expressive pieces of writing I have read lately, unusual, added to my reading list.
5th Jan 2014 11:48pm
29th Oct 2014 7:31pm
This poem experiences this world with its words. A person reads and joins in the experience. You have a talent of setting the trajectory for a poem and setting it loose like it's a probe. Here we all are seeing the things that this probe is finding, and we are seeing the many edges of humanity and all our human brothers and sisters. And then the poem probes us, tests us to stop valuing money over life because if we do, "Its all the same thing" and we will fall into the "trap" as well. And for those that are stuck in the trap, this probe, your poem, speaks to them and says "Study". You really did write a good poem Im Only Human.
6th Nov 2014 8:02pm
