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You walk around your head held high and then all the sudden came a guy You smirk and mutter under your breath *** he pulled out a gun you went from under the sun to being placed into a bag... You think your life is rough until one day you meet a guy that's tough on the exterior but feels inferior because he lives in the alley while your from the valley although your dad and mom are split both are caring this man you met doesn't know his parents... You are on top of the world when your car breaks down and you get lost in a bad town your scared of all the sounds you look around and judge all the people you see you say to one "why do you give me that ***** look sir?" he says back to you "be- cause you look scurred" you lock your doors and wait for help nothing happens for hours asleep you fell... I walked to class for a year and a half wishing I could take it all back Regrets for all the dumb choices i made all the debts I still have not paid. I get high or drunk all the time and i only feel good when i write rhymes Can I deny sorrow and this feeling of pain or give a try conquer this shame Looks like I am a sad lonely cold man who once again will be victim of the cruel act of the reali- ty SMACK!
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Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
SMACK!
You walk around your head held high and then all the sudden came a guy You smirk and mutter under your breath *** he pulled out a gun you went from under the sun to being placed into a bag... You think your life is rough until one day you meet a guy that's tough on the exterior but feels inferior because he lives in the alley while your from the valley although your dad and mom are split both are caring this man you met doesn't know his parents... You are on top of the world when your car breaks down and you get lost in a bad town your scared of all the sounds you look around and judge all the people you see you say to one "why do you give me that ***** look sir?" he says back to you "be- cause you look scurred" you lock your doors and wait for help nothing happens for hours asleep you fell... I walked to class for a year and a half wishing I could take it all back Regrets for all the dumb choices i made all the debts I still have not paid. I get high or drunk all the time and i only feel good when i write rhymes Can I deny sorrow and this feeling of pain or give a try conquer this shame Looks like I am a sad lonely cold man who once again will be victim of the cruel act of the reali- ty SMACK!
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Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
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