I see you old heads still striving to be the king in these streets,instead you should be tellin these youngins no need for the beef,more of increasing the peace,get a diploma or a G.E.D, no my brotha I didnt come to currupt the mind,I didnt come to waist your time,oh you havent experienced life? Well lets go back and take a look at mine,you couldnt walk in my shoes, neither could i, my life was like suicide itll blow your mind,dont think everything you do is fine,because if you continue to walk that line,its either death or jail,hope you find Christ,you gonna want to know the difference between heaven and hell,if not your soul shall burn while you sit in that cell where rapist and killas dwell,my youngin I want you to find yourself and mean it well,dont let no one tell you the only way to make it is a butter knife and scale,my brotha you got the potential to never fail,but you wanna be in the hood screaming F$%k Twelve,you can be whatever you want just use the brain cell get it together or be left for dead on a dark trail,because when death comes in to play, you cant post Bail... #StreetEncouragement #LifePoemsByBuddy
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 04:43:22 +0000
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