I RISE |
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I w...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Jul 2006 17:12:00 GMT |
Ghetto poem- u~nme |
Gul I love you, Straight up fo'sho. Or I wouldna told dem ova girls not to call me no mo. I knowded it was true, the first day I seed you. Why you thank I do, the thangs I do? You membez how I use ta ...
Posted by on Sat, 06 May 2006 16:21:00 GMT |
