I BUILD with blocks... Going from street to street... Coming across men with their souls intact But no home... Honest storytellers of lifes truths I offer bread and they feed my thoughts Passing along valuable jewels For me to hand off The next time I encounter a youth... Thats why I spit poetry And allow my words a vessel to be Cause Google maps cant give... directions to your destiny.. ConsiderThis (Poet)
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 00:16:50 +0000
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