Tag Archives: hate

hands up


it starts on my block with my friends it’s a normal day of fun, games, grilling and chilling we’ve been sipping, someone on the block is sparking they put it in the air, I’m sure we smell like it. up … Continue reading

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The point


What’s the point of adding more estrogen to the  mix. Why do I want this How’s this a good idea. How do you love me & hurt me How are you so much like her it hurts How did I … Continue reading

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Idiot box


If someone said y’all look like the huxtables They were just looking in You live in tv land Where the Times are easier When phones ring once or twice each night Where arguments are settled by credits When a lawyer … Continue reading

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family matters


Call me GOD speak my name with reverence If it’s positive we can talk If not we’ll have words My situation is not your Action to speak on. My life Is just that mine Wwjd Is all you should assume … Continue reading

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you got the game fucked up


pushing an pulling back in forth coming for favors off top like we cool in the game, like life is all about you. ya whip on brick you stealing mine take it with a half tank bringin it back my … Continue reading

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Focus


Focus my hate Working to focus my hate Shield my pain My hate running deep Deeper than before You trying to read my letters The correspondence between my love. My hate runs deep My love does too. Focusing on where … Continue reading

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forgivness? maybe


From a spot way deep in my mind I knew I’d be the one to kill you’ Not a bloody stump But me, So much time spent preparing your kill For you to die by your own hand Not by … Continue reading

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