"rasberries" poems
As I watch u sleep and hear u snore I can't help but adore
Just a child who may not be mine, I feel the love and obligation as it were true
Oh how I envy you, innocence I was once told
Is so pure, its ******* gold
A dead beat dad id like to beat dead
Doesn't care about one hair on your head
I may not be blood but ill give you my best
Give you rasberries and tickle your baby chest
Feed you and always care, your like a son to me. Ill always be there
I love your mother and you as well
Your gunna have lil brothers and sisters from me. I can tell
Your the coolest ******* kid I ever met
One thing I know ill never regret
Is being taught to be a dad, by lil dev
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 5:47 AM UTC
Black cylinder, clear skylight creamy center
rasberries or cherries, frozen strawberries
this is a color for winter
red cheeks coming in from the cold
mini switchblade with the blood of my enemies
this is the girl at the party happy alone
stubby legs stuffed into tight jeans
the observatory's great circle lens
the last stick of gum in the bottom of a purse
and at the same time the ruby the queen wore
twelve dollars for .15 onces
the weight of five quarters turns into a dime
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
Fruit flies feasting rasberries,
I watch in the dim lit kitchen only few hours before dusk.
Ponder as I'm watching,
how am I getting back home?
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 11:34 AM UTC
Im the sweet talking hard headed man who never bedded your woman after we gone to macdonalds but I saw a movie with arnold now hes the mayor seemed to work in my favor.
I make gold rain i know it hurts but thats a good pain I make you rich with out even trying why you cryin I ain´t even shyin away from my fame like a million dollar baby born with a silver spoon now tell me thats not shady
cause it ain´t son.
I´m the one you been looking for the one you been seeking for the one you been reaching for im the golf ball in the air so yell fore! cause I´m there.
Mother ***** I´ll never be a trucka when I got rhymes like dimes which take no time to fight some illegal activity.
I put suckas in cribs cause I make dem weep like kids now run home and **** on some **** Im a million dollar baby born with a silver spoon for *****
I´m the best son cause all I do is have fun. Can´t touch this you know you want this too hot to play with you too busy making barbeque, ON MY CHEST.
I´m ******* hot not like the rest cause I spit seeds from rasberries and I know she carries blackberries but I don´t want those no more fo show. Ya know what I´m sayin.
Just to prove it doesn´t matter how you act as long as its fact that your having fun, dont mean to shun with offense in any wrong tense I said with some words that if I played the guitar I´d play you some cords but I can´t so I end this rhyme with some swords.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 12:19 PM UTC