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Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
How well do you pay attention...
small details can tell you a lot about any thing...
Then what is your reaction?...
Do you still feel the same way about things..
or have you awaken to the truth...
Ugly aint it...
but they think their lies are beautiful fruits...
That hide thornes behind it...
take one and it ******...
take two and you bleed...
take three you must love tricks..
and four well whats the need...
See pay attention what they are doing to us...
Finding ways to make us weak...
Show there true face one day they must...
and then we'll all play hide and seek...
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
I can't do what you do!
                                            I cant capture it the same....
                                                                                                Cuz if i could
                                            I wouldn't hold my name....

I would just be a second hand!
                                            a offspring to your fame....
                                                                                           A lonley little brother
                                           playing a mocking game....

So I will let you keep your power!
                                          keep thinking that I'm lame
                                                                                              I'll over throw you
                                 To show why I dont do things the SAME.....
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
There are demons among us, angels in disguse..
We dont know the difference, they all came from the sky..
but we all walk on earth, heads up in the clouds...
Would you know his vocie, if he was screaming out loud...
Or do we think he's paper, materialistic dreams...
money making favors, thats just what it seems...
These demon playing angels, catch you with there schemes...
Tell You that happiness, is found in all these things..
Gravitate to the lavish life, cuz that weights stronger....
and let go of the free fall, into a deeper hunger...
So we over eat, indulge, and over treat...
Not carring bout the brother you left hungry on the street..
forget about his need...
He waisted his own life,we live a different type of greed...
Cuz we only care about ourselves...
Responsiblity,hahaha put my kids up on the shelves...
Thats what my father did....
So I'll follow in his foots steps,not the ones mommy lived...
Thats alright we say,thats alight...
A way for you to cope,with the things that wasn't right...
The lavish livng life, the one this money gave...
The one I'll never get, but ill keep tryin to the grave...
Wheres the mind set,where is the heart in that...
Do you ever remember your mission, it wasn't about that...
You were sent to save the world..
all my boys and girls...
But if money is all you breathe, then you'll never believe...
And The whole world is lost in your greed...
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
Black.
Moms gave it to me
Bet if she knew
she would have never have bought it for me...
JC Penny's
Caught it on sale
just looking out for me
Mom's keeps it real
"this should keep my baby warm"
the thoughts in her head

        
Hoodie
Red,
Pop through out the air
"Baby, baby!!!"
Phone at my ear
"Run, Just Run"
Words I'll never hear
Mom so happy
cuz it started to rain
"he took his black hoodie
That should keep the rain out his face"


Hoodie
White,
Where Am I?
Your in a better place
what happen to my hoddie
You get a new one today...

Rest in Peace Trayvon
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
IVY
Am I concealed to the 6 people that listen,
5 people the qoute them, and 9 people that dis him..
19 all together cuz one of them does it all...
What Im asking are my word confined to this Wall..
Just pretty Ivy...
that grows recklessly...
all around the ends...
like tattoo'd skin..
But it never leaves yet it blossoms...
Not recieved tho it's awesome..
To the ears of the world, to the hearts of man...
May my words spread through the world like Ivy covering more then this wall, but the LAND...
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
Does whats on my mind frighten You...do my words make you afriad...I didn't mean to startel you...You told me that you were brave...So i said what I had to just to clear the air...Its ok if you tell me that you really didn't care..Cuz i know a lot of friends dont...Some might, some just wont...But when You read my read my mind...well im just glad you stoped by...Cuz just to show me that you took the time...Instead of passing my mind by...
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
The full Moon Cometh
Brighter then Before,
but cratered with Blood stained hands...

Here i lay Bleeding beneath
hand prints I once teached,
Hands that I once reached
And A Brother I lie beneath.

The full Moon calls for the wolves to bare the're teeth,
Hidden behind the mask of men
I caught full glimplise of the beast,
A Friend.

As 2 rows of 16 fangs pireced into my side
My mouth grew parched,
Oh this Ides of March
Beneath the Blood stained moon, I died
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