Survival of a dying breed

by Jaired A S - Aries

This here just might 
Be my finall fight 
Im living the streets 
brinngin the heat 
I picked gang life 
Now i will always carry a lethal knife 
ya i made it offical 
now ive got a pretty pistol 
To stay away from everday 
no everthing is just never o.k
Smokin weed Drinking just to get bye 
life is just a blind lie 
Through my eyes everthing is dark n hazy 
pepole are getting hectic macking me crazy 
see my old bros 
lookin at me as their new foe 
im runnin away from old hommies 
shoot me dead is what they told me 
Im just trying to have fun 
But i have to keep my hand on the gun 
you better figure 
to pull the triger 
shoot you in the head 
for my coulor red 
when you start shit 
Ill make sure you get hit 
my whole life just went down the drain 
leaving me heart and eyes with so much pain 
Im your new backstabber out there 
I 4got how to care 
keep your coulor sucker 
Ill be blowin bullets threw your head motherfucker 
This pistol i hold 
will be my last friend till im dead and cold

Reason for writing:

    I have no reasons ,  
i see this 4 what it is !    

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2002-05-03 23:52:22
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:26
Poem ID: 69488

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