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| When I saw this.. i was like BLOG! hahaha..
Man, i kinda wrote a piece to a song, feel free to edit & add on or what not.
You're the first to see it:
To the loss, to the pain,to the shock
..I know my fams all I got
To the grave, to the earth, to the dirt
..to my nigga since birth.
Nobodys lived like us, nobody knows what happens,
When a poor familys broken, torn like napkins
Bad ass kids, nothing but whoopins & scrapins
No welfare or aid, pride wont ask it.
Tears over the years not even time could mask it,
So both our life choices had to be drastic..
Me always getting in trouble & fightin for crumbs
Had to payback the world for the wrong Ive done
One of us had to go to school.. I was the wrong one
So I go to battle with God & my gun
Fight for my fam til theres no breath in my lungs
I face everything and recover, others fear everything and run
-Brandon
My response:
I grab clothes and pack em, past folded like calendar months.
Close my ears to the world and I still hear your chorus, its stuck
Fams all I got, so Im learning for us
To me lifes success or bust
Cuz in my heart you still around pretty much
So when I get sad, I brush it off like dust
In the end, you all thats there in my gut
While Im rising like crust
Or go under the earth to see if Lucifers tough
Where ever the wind may send the essence of thugs
We remember eachother in gusts
From birth to dirt.. Nigga, I grip you like hugs
Connection so strong, yo wounds hurt, Im feelin the slugs
I hear the screams in my dreams, smell the breath, feel the mugs
I fight the fear cuz Ive learned to travel through mud
No path is as bad as it may seem from a rug,
But I got burns, we taking turns getting up
And I guarantee, I aint stayin down fo no one..
-Blake | | |
| I can finally say I’m like superman
cuz my heart’s no longer just tin.
No matter how many hits love gives,
now it only bends.
I ain’t been to church in a while, but have wrote a thousand-plus hymns.
See, I’m dying inside; dying to live.
Meaning I’m waiting for the time to answer for sins.
I’ll be at heaven’s gate in total suspense.
Hoping by some miraculous event
dat my God will forgive.
I done prayed so many times, I think my words weren’t sent.
It’s these times my soul feels spent.
Opened so many doors for others they call me a gent.
Closed so many for myself I could sit and resent
all the pain I lament,
but I'd rather not reminisce..
Walk away from the past with a forehead kiss,
turn off the radio cuz I'm so damn sick.
oh well.. guess I'm in the single-college mix. | | |
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I’ve always been the type of guy/ that at first comes across shy/, but truth is.. I’m only tryna decide/ whether to be real or let compassion die./ I hear these voices in my head, but stay quiet in spite./ Serious domestic violence inside.. as they collide/, but I gotta let em finish the fight./ Ever wonder, “Damn, will he ever decide?”/ I’m indecisive, but these battles are why:/
Devil:
I'm so far from angelic, my horns hurt./ I rock a book bag compared to the Devil's Prada purse./ Engraved on da back is my name written in curse./ It screams read between the lines for I’m much worse./ Quite ironic how I spit flame, but my lil man’s named Thirst./ H-N-I-C on deck, so time to disburse./ Boss in a sense; I speak, then you get hurt./ Fuck a silver-lined, my tongue persuade more saved than church./ Don’t listen to da halo and gown unless you ready fo dirt./ Da ‘good life’ will put ya life through tough turns/ and you been down dat road, in da fridge looking fo current shyt... B/ Now, you’ll probly live in da whip searchin fo currency./
Angel: I’m dat feeling you get when you open your bible for the first time./ Where you’re lost, but searching for a guide/ and you begin to wonder if there are red words in a book spoken from Christ/, then it must be wrong to oppose despite/ what withered love and emotions create in your mind./ No matter how nice bad looks, it’s still grime/, so what good will being cruel do for your life?/ You know, no matter the times you sex a hood rat, she’s not a wife/, there’s no drink brewed enough to drown fright/, so don’t go thinkin you can swallow your pride./ God created everything, so where will you hide?/ The devil can talk all day and night/, but don’t allow it to rearrange your mind./ Where will He be when God decides/ dat you’re going to hell… and it’s time./
Devil:
Listen, she’s the reason why so many times you thought about leavin./ Every time you get mad, I’m like why’s yall relationship breathin?/ You‘re at a lost for words, while your heart has no freedom./ Ditch the bitch, while your heart is still beatin./ Blake, just think, if you break it off den meet/ some otha dime and decide to hit da sheets/, at least, you can beat without having to cheat./ =)
Angel:
..But you’re a sweetheart and love’s part of the reason./ If you hurt her, you too will be bleeding./ It always looks better on the other side of the fence/, so if yall never talk again, I suppose it was meant./ So many lives are tied inside of your pick/, thus choose: Do you really wanna be attached to a Ms.?/ By definition, happiness for you is success, a wife, and two kids./
Devil:
No, that was created when you were young and stupid/, still believed in love at first sight and cupid./ Have you not had your heart broken twice, left lonely looking foolish?/ Take my advice and move quick/ to UH to expend a big box of condoms and the want to use them./ If you hesitate your mushy side will kick in./ Count love out before logic becomes useless../
Angel:
No, just wait a little longer/, while your heart is growing stronger/ and you’re healed up from chicks dat wronged ya./ Blake, take the time to ponder/ on what a life worth living hungers/ and a single life won’t sponsor./ There lies your answer wrapped up like an anaconda../ we clash, but you still think of .. Her./ | | |
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This the story, so just listen./ My words are so vivid like subtitles to da vision…/ Same scenario, but my car’s still spinnin/ cuz I got hit doin 110/ on the feeda, anxious to see the child my world’s been missin./ I’m doin barrels and 360’s, all EMS can do is witness./ My car balled up worse than Kanye and I’m fading, scared shitless./ Now, I’m dreaming thinking damn, would this have happened if I wasn’t so shiftless?/ Made baby mamma bring in all da bread just so I would stay wit and not have to visit./ She thought if she gave me erything I wanted, I would never miss it/, but me being da disgrace I was, had to revisit/ da ex, her best friends, and my mistress./ Thing is she’ll never know the shady things that I did/, I didn’t walk toward the light, but not because I didn’t deserve dat gift,/ I lived a good life before my mistakes wit this Ms./ Now, I fucked up royally and I’m receiving the kick/ I deserved a year ago, when I first started the shyt/ and as the life lesson entered into my wit/, I said to myself I will never forget./
Now it’s two years lata/ and I’m making all da paper./ I feel a kiss on my forehead, I’m in my wife’s favor./ Raising my head from her pillow, I wake from the dream I’ve had erytime I forget my mind is made up./ I mouth “I love you forever, *smile* even without da make up”./ She smiles back and drifts wit my beautiful baby gurl sleeping beside her/… I roll down the hospital hallway to see my newborn boy all curled up./ I cringe and think… Lord, what have I done/, but he wakes, stretches out and giggles, like “Daddy, you’re dumb.”/ Places fingers on his face and starts sucking his thumb./ I sigh in relief and look down to where I’ve come…/ replacing my legs are only two stumps./ | | |
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I'm suppose to be doin my English, but cheaa...
This woman has me sulking/ over mistakes, but I’m still hoping/ that she understands she’s my chosen/ and when it comes to Love, she’ll still be holding/ cuz no matter how hard I try to stitch, my heart is still open/, waiting for you to put my world back in focus/, so I’m stuck in this mindset while mine is still broken/;mine is useless; minus you, I’m less/, so if I can’t tick-tock in my chest/, den I’m done with sex/and you can quote. Don’t stop da press./ I fully intend to complete this self test/, since I failed you even at my best./
You’re my best friend, my heart/, the chick dat’s had from me the start/, my only inspiration to keep writing bars/, so you had me savin fo a ring… fuck my own car./ Now you’re glued to my attention like beautiful tar/ and when I’m asked where’s my chick at, I reply you are/ cuz even as friends, you’re still within me as a part/, so when you need a crutch, trust I won’t be far./You are my jaw/ ya lips stay in motion when I need to talk/, so when you need me to be there just call./ | | |
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