poetry

If i could rap a rap

that would snap back to me

the words of yesterday

to propel the crap from me

i would

but i can’t

i should say it makes me mad

but it makes me glad

knowing that i thought that i had it

is quite tragic

thinking gets you into mind games

feening for drugs, liquor and pining for things

i know this for me

but not trying to preach a message

just trying to learn my life lessons

planning for my soul’s freedom

praying for a golden kingdom

where we can all stand and be

free

and believe

in us

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