MDeezy
07-19-2008, 11:42 PM
"Aborted as a failure so he wouldn't be born into success
But the tide gradually changed when he started gaining progress
Woke up to one person everyday since the other had no time
Not a father, not a man, not even a person in his mind
He always loved the hallway, that was his little toy train quarters
Little boy rolling in between the cocaine exporters
His second home was with his grandparents, in a house smaller than his own
But the size didn't matter, any chair in it to him would be a throne
That was until one had to go, and our little boy had to be brave
Knowing his pops would never know he left the flowers on his grave
The experience changed his outlook on life, it stuck with him for years
Imagine being 9 years old with nothing inside you but fears
Add up to 13 and the emotions surely died
All the love he once felt had been set aside
All his peers wanted to get rich and write tight flows
But the only one that would sign him was his shadow
Add another year and he's bigger than he thought he would be
He has the life, he's the kid that he once aspired to be
But those once aspirations are now just bad dreams
The only thing he wants now is to stop hearing those sad screams
And at this moment as his heartbeat slowly dies
He vows to never go back until blood fills the skies
And when that moment strikes and the blue turns red
That little boy will be the one who had bled."
I already know I need to work on my flow and that my poems all contain filler and whatever, but all that I put comes from the heart and I feel that I need to put it there. So whatever. Tell me what you think.
But the tide gradually changed when he started gaining progress
Woke up to one person everyday since the other had no time
Not a father, not a man, not even a person in his mind
He always loved the hallway, that was his little toy train quarters
Little boy rolling in between the cocaine exporters
His second home was with his grandparents, in a house smaller than his own
But the size didn't matter, any chair in it to him would be a throne
That was until one had to go, and our little boy had to be brave
Knowing his pops would never know he left the flowers on his grave
The experience changed his outlook on life, it stuck with him for years
Imagine being 9 years old with nothing inside you but fears
Add up to 13 and the emotions surely died
All the love he once felt had been set aside
All his peers wanted to get rich and write tight flows
But the only one that would sign him was his shadow
Add another year and he's bigger than he thought he would be
He has the life, he's the kid that he once aspired to be
But those once aspirations are now just bad dreams
The only thing he wants now is to stop hearing those sad screams
And at this moment as his heartbeat slowly dies
He vows to never go back until blood fills the skies
And when that moment strikes and the blue turns red
That little boy will be the one who had bled."
I already know I need to work on my flow and that my poems all contain filler and whatever, but all that I put comes from the heart and I feel that I need to put it there. So whatever. Tell me what you think.