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plektheplek



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The 3 poems of the night
#23405561 - 07/02/16 10:48 PM (7 years, 6 months ago) |
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Hey guys, I go by infinite prose and make music and books. Here are 3 poems that will be included in the book "If Jesus Was A Chickasaw" Enjoi
No more hurt No more pain I threw it all aside And jumped into the flame Karma had my back Until the terrorists came Now everyone's hiding out With a needle in their vein I stood on a boulder And screamed WE ARE NOT FREE There's a million others Who feel just like me You can find us tripping out In psych wards and cells The answer's in our soul But we will never tell Ask Brittany Murphy She was one of our own You looked inside the law But did you search inside our tomes?
Black the fuck out She's drinking whiskey again I'd rather be her lover She only wants me as a friend Black the fuck out I can't reach the pier I loaded two inside the chamber And crossed to the final frontier
No more rules, no No more laws We were single file for years Suffering from the system's flaws I'm gonna smoke a blunt And I'm gonna fuck her throat I'll steal a yacht Go enjoy your sailboat See the rage met my pen And they've been married for years You live by the rules Cuz you're embracing the fear You get one shot at life Half a dozen carry the casket We all die tonight That outlaw life was fantastic
Black the fuck out She's drinking whiskey again I'd rather be her lover She only wants me as a friend Black the fuck out I can't reach the pier I loaded two inside the chamber And crossed to the final frontier
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It's good to see him happy But I want a love of my own She's out sky high on the freeway Never crossed her mind to call home
Wait for me, I'm here and lonely Wait for me, we're dying soon Misled youth with no care for authority Opium and worn out spoons
I'll never speak my mind If she never lets me in Blood loss and drowning daughters I'll share my favorite sin
Make me understand Take me by the hand Show me foreign lands Reach the blackest sands
Strong drinks say she doesn't even matter My empty bed begs to differ my friend Love songs are cliche and boring Torn souls out to dry on the mend
This is the last time I call God said to break some hearts For what they've done to me
BREAK You tore my hear out Now it's my turn to torture I am the vulture That feasts on your flesh TURN THE PAGE This frequent blood loss Written on the walls Are evidence that I existed You treated me like a virus Now I latch on and DRAG YOU DOWN
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I keep smoking And all hell breaks loose I see that .45 I got two Deus Deus Move your caboose Or I shoot through the roots Back at Andrew Jackson I tried to tie my own Noose Noose But things change Now I live With a good vibe Some of these whack rappers are shit Just bump some Sound Tribe Bob Marley can't be proud These emcees are all coal I don't really need a diamond I just need a packed bowl
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SaintAmici
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Re: The 3 poems of the night [Re: plektheplek]
#23405925 - 07/03/16 01:32 AM (7 years, 6 months ago) |
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No lie, I actually dig this.
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