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A TRUE STORY

Contributed by compton-tre-block on Thursday, 7th April 2005 @ 11:28:01 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



My adolesents was restless
took crime as an easy way to get *****
Females taken sex as another way to release stress
now they rest
in different beds testin
which brothas the best in sexin
Children molested,
thugs arrested hearts infested
with neglection left with the question
"is birth really a curse and death a blessin?"
Can't see heaven cause i'm blinded by hell
the smoke of many l's has fogged my vision
too many voices
too many choices dictates my decision
so i use weed and booze as my way to oblivion.
Going insane trying to find my purpose in this crazy place
Dealing with discrimination on a day to day basis
by those in higher places who throw out my job applications
giving me the insinuation that because I am black
I can't make it.
That I can't aquire a higher education.
They love me when they first see me
then when they read me they don't believe me
they mistreat me and try to decieve me and beat me
from what is rightfully mine
Their the blood suckin mutha ******* cause of all this rukus.
The cause of all this hate and pain
The reason some put needles in their vains
The reason why I'm still caught in the game
cause the other man stole my chance to reach fortune and fame
Yet they point the finger like we are the ones to blame
Some claim that it's a no wins situation
but I'm a man of patience building and waitin
for the table to give it's rotation
Knowing that one day they'll be working our plantations
So rise young ghetto generation, rise open your eyes
be wise and realize and expose their lies
so that we will no longer be deprived
So we can reach the point of our lives
that we no longer have to look up to the sky
and ask ourselves why, but be the reason why
there was a change in our society




Copyright © compton-tre-block ... [ 2005-04-07 23:28:01]
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Re: A TRUE STORY (User Rating: 1 )
by bigtig6269 on Friday, 8th April 2005 @ 12:08:31 AM AEST
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well, I'm not black, but I loved the hell out of this poem. I love the part about birth being a curse and death being a blessing. I can't say whether it is or not, depends on what really happens when I die. Great feeling and emotion. Keep it up man


Re: A TRUE STORY (User Rating: 1 )
by Moon_Kitten05_07 on Wednesday, 27th April 2005 @ 10:05:42 AM AEST
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your are have some of the same struggle in your life that i have in mine. that is a good way to put how you feel down




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