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give up your vowz, zave our city
Sir Tech Feb 2014
Funny how a glance could turn into more than just a chance
Enhance the vibe as I slide up and return the advance
Dear Medina; It’s crazy how we dance to our own tune
Like ballerinas, It’s a romance just waiting to bloom
Consumed by the bottle, this alcohol’s got me full throttle
I take another swallow thinking where we’ll be tomorrow
Would you follow me there and throw caution to the air?
Without a care how it ends, and no sense to be prepared
As we sit and stare I knew, someday we would say “I do”
With our names tattooed on our chest for the world in plain view
It’s true, nothing could compare to it when I’m here with you
But I wonder when solitaire, is trouble overdue?
When I’m alone I fear that you’d be better off without me
One minute you’re here, then the next you seem to disappear
Hard to be sincere when I know I should be shedding tears
But instead, I holler cheers, tip my glass and down my beer

*****, funny how it seems we’re the wrong plan in the wrong hands
It feels like a dream, if I wake would I be another man? *

[PART 2]

I don’t wanna call it quits, but ****, I feel like this is it
Cause if we gotta split its better if we could do it quick
Who would predict and who knew this is where the bricks would fall?
After all the late night calls and all our pics up on the wall
I can’t recall a time I didn’t have you on my mind
It’s like we were entwined and without you I was blind
Please don’t remind me, please erase it from my very thoughts
If we both forgot, we could find the love we never got
Somewhere it’ll stop yet somewhere I know we both still care
Somehow unaware of what a precious bond we share
I run my fingers through your hair, now here we go again
I kiss her on the chin and pull her closer to my skin
Let’s not pretend, it’s clear cause we both wear it on our sleeves
Oh what a twisted web we weave when we practice to deceive
Can’t believe I almost walked away in the mania
How could I forget a girl named Jay from Romania?

[PART 3]

Funny it seems but reckless has always been our thing
From scene to scene I reminisce and this has been our theme
Extreme at times, sometimes I couldn't even read the signs
Reminds me how I knew right then and there, you’d be mine
Complete surrender, caught up in the heat and all its splendor
If I had it better, id chose defeat and not remember
How sweet can be deceit if it helps me sweep you of your feet?
And would you choose to repeat or run off in retreat?
For better or worse I got ya and I know it’s vice versa
Even if we’re cursed to make the same mistakes until the hearse
The days of our lives watching the other husbands and wives
As we strive with all our drive to arrive at that point so we can thrive
Somehow we survive with happy times around the corner
Looking back on the former ills knowing their never more
****, funny how it seems we’re the wrong plan in the wrong hands
It feels like a dream, if I wake would I be another man?
Max Neumann Dec 2019
antwone the gang leader always
be like: imma make a call; two
minutes and they here

regardless what the issue about:  
antwone always about dat
(and they always come for sure)

me? i ain't made for that
me just tizzop
ain't belong to antwone's
brotherhood

even if i wanted to:
they wouldn't let me

dem dudes roll heavy
while i note down outsider dreams with white ink on
black pages
you feel me?

antwone's dudes addicted to
drive-by-shootings
i'm deep inside; yet no part of that;
my handz not made for glockz

my hands are made for pens;
i'm from the ghetto; who cares?
my hands are made for pens
and if i'm broke i will
write with sparkling fingers

that is for certain therefore my death will be silver
my eyes be shiny like gold then
god is always by my side

you feel me god? good cause i feel you god (HEART)

last breath: tizzop's dead body will be floating on air
because a good man does the right thing (i want to be good)
dead brotherhoodlums be munched by icy blacktop
you feel me?
eternally doomed down there without air
i won't be there  

i am from the ghetto
who cares?  
my hands are made for pens

* WRITE TO SURVIVE
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3446210/a-good-man-does-the-right-thing-ii/

Mind dem families in the projects who sleep on the floor cause they don't wanna catch dem bullets.