Urban Poetry |
The pavement is my sheets/ When i sleep/ i can hear fiends creep/ i've seen shiti've been quick/ with the pen's ink/ writing my lifes story on a clean sheetof paper/ the smog takes the form, of an und... Posted by on Thu, 04 Jun 2009 20:43:00 GMT |
UNUSED VERSE |
DON'T HAVE A TITLE YET..ANY SUGGESTIONS?..February fifteen, nineteen eitghty seven/ a talented child was sent from heavenborn 2 hours after eleven/ on a clear night sky/ anciently developed to survive... Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 19:41:00 GMT |
A bad spice.. |
YOU USED TO MEAN THE WORLD/ TO ME GIRLYOU WAS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL PEARL!!NAH FUCK THAT!!!She was one of those bitches/ only down with the ritchesin da club, handing every thuged out guy her digitsa mexic... Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 15:13:00 GMT |
Why do you cry |
WHY DO YOU CRY// WHY U GOT TEARS COMING DOWN YO EYES
WHY IS IT THE SAME GUY// THAT MAKES YOU WANNA DIE
WHY NOT TRY// TO KEEP YO HEAD UP, ALL THE TIME
WHY YOU KEEP THINKING EVERYTHING IS FINE
WHY IS IT... Posted by on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 18:47:00 GMT |