Wednesday, June 11, 2008

- New Poetry -

IM POSTED, WATCHING EVERYTHING
BUT NOT SEEN..ON SOME GHOST SHIT,
COULDA BEEN BOASTED,
POPPING CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES OPEN
ON SOME TOAST SHIT,
TO VICTORY I APPROACHED THEN COASTED,
BUT NO, I KEEP GLOVES ON AND KEEP BOXING,
FEET BOPPING MEANWHILE THE STREETS KEEP WATCHING,
ME...I THOUGHT I WASNT SHIT TO LOOK AT,
I REMEMBER SEEING WHEN THE PEOPLE WOULDNT LOOK BACK,
I TOOK THAT SHIT TO HEART AND PUT THE BLINDERS UP,
SIGHT LOCKED TO HOP OVER MOUNTAINS WHILE THEY CLIMBING STUFF,
ON ALOT OF MY RELATION SHIP CLOCKS
MY TIME IS UP,
FUCK IT THOUGH..LIFE IS TOUGH,
NOW I FIND MYSELF LIGHTING IT UP
WEED WILL HELP A BIT,
BUT ITS NOT IMPORTANT TO ENGAUGE IN UNHEALTHY SHIT,
I FET THIS WAS IMPORTANT SO MY SPIRIT WROTE IT,
I FULLY HOPE THAT THINGS GET BETTER LET IT BE NOTED.