Who I am is who I'm going to be untill I die, so try to accept it, instead of being stuck with it. It's kinda sad how people try to make myself sad. This world is a fucked up place, considering people get judged by their face. It's pretty sad the way the world works, people going biserk enough to kill. It kinda hurts to see the worlds heart, people trying to tear eachother apart. Who do you picture when you think about struggling? Kids with no money, no food and their stomache bubbling? Or gangsta's on the streets comitting heavy drug smuggling? People in a whole different world, where the only thing that matters, is the cash, the hash, and how well their outfits clash. People who forget who they are when they try to be that superstar. If you take a wrong choice, and your life somehow got screwed, ain't nothin you can do cause life is a lesson, try for the best and maybe you'll pull through. Keep yourself on track, just cause somebody's behind you it doesn't mean they got your back. You can only run the streets so long, untill the streets run you, into the grave and gone. You must lead not follow, for if you follow it will lead into sorrow. The world we're living in just ain't right, black hate white or white hate black, it's all the same fight. Please write comments in comment box below. Thank you.
Reason for writing:
i have no clue what the title has to do with the actual poem, they have nothing in common. i really don't know how i wrote this poem, i was just feeling that life is too short to front it, and why waste your life on shit dat don't even matter? i kinda was writing bout how so much fuckin hate is in our world today, and what's the point of hating? it only gets you hated back, and everyone knows hate is a bad thing. so why even start with it?
LIFE'S A GARDEN.........DIG IT
Birth sign: Gemini
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