I'm growin up the ghetto, I'm living with the lowest of the low, growing up lifing it with the poor. I decided when i was young i'm gonna grab life by the wings and soar. Growing up in Harewood i've seen to many sides to the side of a door. I've seen a whole lot of people hit the floor. Growing up here i think i've seen too much gore, I've had to dab vodka on a wound, seen people get stabbed. I've felt the trigger of a gat, been handed a baseball bat, hell i've even been shot at. This poem is to all the mutherfuckers who hate-on me, and hate my poems for no reason. As far as i'm concerned brothas change like seasons. When i cause you pain for that reason, and i make you look down in shame, you got your fuckin self to blame. I got some words for the people that hate-on, and cherish these words with your bodies woo-full. DON'T HATE ME CAUSE I'M BEAUTIFULL" It's the kind of people who hate-on my poems that won't ever face me cause they're scared for their own safety. I came to write poetry and jealous mutherfuckers can't stand it, i ain't no poet, i'm more like a planet goddamn it. Jelous people all up in my ear cause i have talent, but muthafuckas like that won't ever knock my balance. I hate false humans that like to spread hate then flee and vacate, but wait, hold on, how about i stay and cause love, even if it means that i create your fate. Always have patience, as long as something good is coming i can always wait. Don't think i'm not crazy enough to kill if it means to get rid of hate, i'll do that to the type that try to glorify greed. I've always kept any eye for people that are new, keep your enemies close or they'll jump uo and bite you. Right now i'd love to see shot eyes, but luckily right now i ain't got anybody to send them to. People who hate-on my poetry just ain't right, i'd love to pop up and give them a bite, or maybe cause them a fight, but better yet, I'D RATHER BLIND THEM WITH MY LIGHT. When it comes to your life, don't follow the blind or tag behind a clan, expand your mind and come up with your own plan. Some people don't realize what they got till they realize what's gone. Realize this early, you'll never get everything you want cause there ain't a magic wand. Be scared for you life at all times because you won't realize exactly what life is till it's threatened with a knife. I hate people that hate-on my poetry, you dont' know your right from wrong, but for people like you........HATE-ON IS THE SAME OLD SONG. Don't trust a man who can't look you in your eye, don't be weak cause only the strong survive and that's some words to the wise. All shame is, is rain in your brain, but you just gotta keep tight, keep your sanity sane, just worry about recovery and mentally maintain. Don't matter who you are, always consider yourself the best, but just don't flaunt it to the rest. No matter where you are, always come home to the west, it's not where your from but how you represent.........NANAIMO'S PULLIN THROUGH....WOOHOO! Play your life on both sides, if shit come down the worst thing to do is, is to pout. So you better lock down and ride this shit out. If shit come down will you know your way around? So far i've had an alright life, even though a couple of times i've wrongly handled a knife. I'm not gonna spend a lifetime chasin after dreams, i'm gonna make it happen, ain't no time for relaxin. I'm gonna accomplish what's in reach, I AIN'T GOT TIME TO PARK MY CARCASS ON THE BEACH. I'll always look at earth through wide angles, i won't ever give up the search for that city of lost angels. I shall lead not follow, for if i follow it will lead into sorrow. If you ever come across pure hate, stick it down your throat and swallow. I'm always thinking ahead of the bext move to make, but let's get one thing straight, hold your own, CAUSE I'M NOT GONNA CARRY YOUR WEIGHT. At the age of 13 i was ready for anything, cause i know hit back which is courtesy of my Uncle Tom who taught me to scrap. I won't ever let a man hold me down or supress me, i will push to on to survive by any means, I'LL ALWAYS KEEP MYSELF WALKIN ON A FULL STOMACH IN A GOOD PAIR OF JEANS. I treat my enemies like friends so i can pley them and keep in touch, but make em eat my dust in the very end. People who don't hate on are a breathe of fresh air in this world of shit. My grandpa taught me to be a soldier i won't ever forget. Well we on the the subject, my grandma and grandpa died when i was only 6, in that age and time i didn't understand death, nerly lost my mind. In conclusion I've come to this: don't ask questions if your're not prepared the answer, cause the truth hurts like a bad tooth, but what do you do when truth kills truth? To those people who hate-on, i hope you decide to change your ways and learn, or else i hope you go to hell and burn. I've written this poem to whomever it may concern, which i should hope to be no one.
Reason for writing:
i was checkin comments on my peoms one day, cause i love the comments. and anyway, some of them were pretty fucked. they were totally dissin my shit, i was like.....what the fuck. and it's not like i write poetry against anyone or to offend anyone, and my shit is in no way offending, so mutherfuckas ain't even got a reason to btich. anyways, i decided to write a poem about those kinda bitches. so i did, but sadly, i'd say this is the worst and most disappointing poem i've ever written, but also to that, i didnt' want to put thought, time, or deepness into this poem cause of the kind of people i was writing it for. so i threw in some shit about my life, what kinda life i'm living, and what i've went through, and if muthafuckas still wanna hate, then that's up to them to judge the decision.
Birth sign: Gemini
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