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In my eye's you've been half a circle Not yet fully grown to be whole Troubled heart...with mix messages of your youth unfold Trying to fine a structure in your young life Being rebelious, as most teenage kid's do Attention drawn onto you Seeking your own independence Leads you to choices of big trouble Not wanting to obey and play by your parents rules Is a disobident child being a fool Every course of life we've fed to you The importance of being true Eveything and everyone you feel, is against you Deep down I understand your pain inside I once was a teenager too You have to show up and not continue to deny Cause no soft landings will be the cure you seek With being a follower and not a leader Is like being a puppet on a string It takes away your chance to stay free To get respect, you must show respect Or else sign the deed,...trust me You will regret your own unplanned...."Agenda" When you get locked up To only throw away the key You'll be just another young teenage black man In the system, with a number (upwc) 2009, by: Zenobia Lee /LadyZ710
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Dec 17, 2009
Dec 17, 2009 at 7:07 AM UTC
Agenda
In my eye's you've been half a circle Not yet fully grown to be whole Troubled heart...with mix messages of your youth unfold Trying to fine a structure in your young life Being rebelious, as most teenage kid's do Attention drawn onto you Seeking your own independence Leads you to choices of big trouble Not wanting to obey and play by your parents rules Is a disobident child being a fool Every course of life we've fed to you The importance of being true Eveything and everyone you feel, is against you Deep down I understand your pain inside I once was a teenager too You have to show up and not continue to deny Cause no soft landings will be the cure you seek With being a follower and not a leader Is like being a puppet on a string It takes away your chance to stay free To get respect, you must show respect Or else sign the deed,...trust me You will regret your own unplanned...."Agenda" When you get locked up To only throw away the key You'll be just another young teenage black man In the system, with a number (upwc) 2009, by: Zenobia Lee /LadyZ710
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Dec 17, 2009
Dec 17, 2009 at 7:07 AM UTC
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