Poet
11-26-2005, 01:47 AM
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My Life
Save us from ourselves
We’re living life like we’re in a cell
When I die I’m sure to go to heaven
Cause I been through hell
Lord forgive us for we have sinned
But we’re just products of this world we’re in
I sold my soul to the devil for the right price
Our whole lives we struggle
Never to survive the fight
Surrounded by darkness
Never to find the light
Everyone searching for god,
I nearly met him twice
Growing up poor, but never knew it
The worst of times I went through it
They say I’m a soldier because in those times I made it
And I’m told the pain and sorrow in time it’s faded
I lost loved ones plenty of times
Expressed my hurt in plenty of rhymes
But I don’t think it ever will help
I don’t think my pain will ever be felt
The ice continues to grow around my heart
And I don’t think it ever will melt
For most of my life I never knew who pops was
When he finally came into my life
I was quick to show my pops love
Came to find out I was just like him
3 years later he died,
Things getting good then he’s gone
That was just like him
It seems I always lose at the point I feel I just might win
Life sure aunt easy, believe me
And I aint even been through much
Just caught a couple cases
Lost a few friends
Made a couple dollars
Then lost a few ends
So I could only cop a hooptie
When I had my eyes on the Benz
Got in a few altercations, wouldn’t call it beef
Even though a few times niggas had to pull the trigger
Lost my pops and my moms
Well moms still alive, just lost her to another nigga
I was pumping for a while
And even though I’m a hustler at heart
The drug thing really aint my style
Never got bagged by the cops
Moms just found out, never really told me to stop
Just said look what it did to your pops
So I started to focus on my poetry
When I speak I want them to know it's me
I’ll be real in everything I do
Faithful to my girl and faithful to the world
Faithful to my girl in the sense I won’t cheat
Faithful to the world in the way that I speak
Just need my pen and pad
To get passed the pain and strife
My poetry is my life!
My Life
Save us from ourselves
We’re living life like we’re in a cell
When I die I’m sure to go to heaven
Cause I been through hell
Lord forgive us for we have sinned
But we’re just products of this world we’re in
I sold my soul to the devil for the right price
Our whole lives we struggle
Never to survive the fight
Surrounded by darkness
Never to find the light
Everyone searching for god,
I nearly met him twice
Growing up poor, but never knew it
The worst of times I went through it
They say I’m a soldier because in those times I made it
And I’m told the pain and sorrow in time it’s faded
I lost loved ones plenty of times
Expressed my hurt in plenty of rhymes
But I don’t think it ever will help
I don’t think my pain will ever be felt
The ice continues to grow around my heart
And I don’t think it ever will melt
For most of my life I never knew who pops was
When he finally came into my life
I was quick to show my pops love
Came to find out I was just like him
3 years later he died,
Things getting good then he’s gone
That was just like him
It seems I always lose at the point I feel I just might win
Life sure aunt easy, believe me
And I aint even been through much
Just caught a couple cases
Lost a few friends
Made a couple dollars
Then lost a few ends
So I could only cop a hooptie
When I had my eyes on the Benz
Got in a few altercations, wouldn’t call it beef
Even though a few times niggas had to pull the trigger
Lost my pops and my moms
Well moms still alive, just lost her to another nigga
I was pumping for a while
And even though I’m a hustler at heart
The drug thing really aint my style
Never got bagged by the cops
Moms just found out, never really told me to stop
Just said look what it did to your pops
So I started to focus on my poetry
When I speak I want them to know it's me
I’ll be real in everything I do
Faithful to my girl and faithful to the world
Faithful to my girl in the sense I won’t cheat
Faithful to the world in the way that I speak
Just need my pen and pad
To get passed the pain and strife
My poetry is my life!