Short Poems

Pride

My Pride gots the best of me

You best believe these streets are

Going to be the Death of me

I never had time to hit the 

Penetentury

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Who Down
who's down to ride
who's down to roll
let me know right now
because I am
walking out da door

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Lost in a cloud of smoke
I was lost in a cloud of smoke
And I can't see to find my Way
Back home to you.

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Pain
As he beats too
you try to get away as
you try to get away
but he grabs you
'n' beats you again.
tell your black and blue.

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When Im High
When Im high
Im High to the sky
When I am in the sky
I meet a man
a man that set me free from my pain
that I have inside me.

B.C., 15