THINK WE GOT A PROBLEM

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    THINK WE GOT A PROBLEM

    VIOLENCE IS NOT MY DESTINY
    IT IS MY REALITY
    HOSTILTY IS MY IDENTITIY

    SO.. I HOPE EVERYONE KNOWS MY PRESSENCE IS LIKE DOPE YOU HATE BEING AROUND ME BUT YOU JUST CAN'T SAY NOPE.
    DEEP DOWN IN YOUR SOUL YOU KNOW I AM MANS ONLY HOPE.
    FRESH SMELLING LIKE YOUR FAVORITE SOAP.

    I AM HARD TO GET OUT YOUR SYSTEM I AM THERE THE WAY DOG POOP SMELL,
    WELL AS YOU CAN TELL
    IAM A SOLIDER OF GOD
    HE WHO BROKE DOWN THE WALLS OF HELL,
    THEN RANG THE BELL
    ALL EYES BEGAN TO SWELL
    TEARS, BLOOD FELL TO THE EARTH MIXED WITH DIRT AND IT GAVE BIRTH TO ME DEATH
    SO I GAVE UP MY LAST BREATH.

    NOW I THINK WE GOT A PROBLEM
    I AM AMUSED CAUSE YOU STILL,
    LOOKING CONFUSED
    SHAKE IT OFF SILLY LET GO OFF YOUR BREATH
    I WAS JUST PLAYING ABOUT DEATH

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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