I have written a lot of
Scriptures on loose paper
It was the way I got
My thoughts on paper
Now I realize that
The way was too easy
To get it stolen
Even if you take some of the
Words that I have woven
That does not make yours a proven
I like to take care of my rhythms
Cause lots of people try to write
But it comes out whack
Cause is all-fake
They are only trying to
Put words together for a big act
People do not realize that
The good shit comes from
Your gut and heartI am letting everyone that reads this
Know that
I write about all my truth
My happiness
My depression
My love
And my anger
Everything put on these lines
Most be taken to the heart
I don’t hold back
I tell you straight up
My views of things
If you like it or not
I could care less
You do not feed me
Or give me the breed
That buys my shit
You don’t comfort me
When I am alone in the dark
You can care less if I live or die
But at least I will make you think
And see something new from a manWait and see what the upcoming days
Will be filled of
What ever it is
The cup that is my life
Will hold water
It will quench your thirst
And sure enough you will
Go no further
Things fall apart but I am the specialist
That puts them back to par
So if you need help
Don’t hesitate to ask
If you need a shoulder to lean on
My shoulders are very wide
Just don’t hate on me
Cause I will get you backPeterG aka Bons •2005•..
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