Would I?
What would I do if I didn't have
any money?
Would I sell my body and
call myself honey?
Would i beg the crackman for
just one bag?
Would I beg the dopeman for
just one drag?
Would i go out and seek the
nearest thug?
Would I admit I am powerless
against this drug?
Would I let myself commit
suicide?
Would I beg my friends for
one last ride?
I'm at this position here in my
life.
I just get on my knees and
pray to Jesus Christ.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Ghetto Tales | 0 | 03/18/2015 |
| WHAT YOU NEED? | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| BAG OF TROUBLE | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| Drug Dream | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| Anger | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| Would I? | 0 | 01/06/2010 |
| My life | 1 | 11/04/2009 |
| DECISIONS | 0 | 10/23/2009 |
| Ain't Changed | 1 | 10/23/2009 |
| Saturdays | 1 | 07/22/2009 |
| First | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| I Remember | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| My Life | 2 | 05/21/2009 |
| The Hill | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
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