Real Life - disfuncional

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    as writtin this poem i got lost lol so im sure u will to I tend to take the long way around to get to the point..

    Real Life - disfuncional

    Ha, yea LIFE hmm it's never what it seems when
    you got niggas on the left and females on the right but yet we all must die..and still you complain about
    how these so called " haterz" keep blockin yo game !

    So tell me when will the race end cuz I aint seen no body yea i said it NO BODY running except from the police o my bad i meant PO-PO's n pigs... and is it really a black thang this so called GAME crap.. that you keep on publishing out as if you were a real out cast of some sort ..hahaha yea right your just normal

    Tell me when are you going to stop hating your brothers and sistas NAW this aint no church scene from no movie it's real life and NOPE this aint no kinda preaching on original poetry.com either my friend...
    It's teaching the lost to be there own leader !!
    Er'body dont need a female or a nigga to  be noticed ..
    Do you feel me is what you ask me when your tryna make a point...lmao I say yea 4 sho bro..
    when really your not on my level..
    I am my own teacher I learn from myself and watchin others make mis-takes frm time to time...
    yet n still  i get lost in this real world life cause it's 2 many of those players- playas and pimps that focus on sex,drugs,physical apperance, and physical attenion..

    We all know that they are crying out for our help
    yet we were to busy 2 help them I was rthere being a shoulder , a friend to the pimp,player, and playas they need us they are cryin out to us...
    I don't recall asking 4 any back up so I went solo !!
    Now were do you stand in the real life that we call a global world cause im here and your there....

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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