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Someone told me a story when I was a little boy This story was of a child A mild mannered one This boy like the rest was a clone He wore the same clothes He heard the same songs He followed the trends from prep to those who look dead He watched the same shows He did the same old shit He forgot who he was And gave it up all He’s fake from summer to fall Posters of one hit wonders on his wall What happened to the child that used to play baseball What happened to the child who loved hanging in the mall I guess he felt small when he was not like the rest Felt a sharp pain of embarrassment on his chest He dressed liked the re

People Say Love Is.... People Say Love Is This People Say Love Is That People Say Love Is Bliss People Say Love Is Rich People Say Love Is a mental glitch that they prefer apathy over this People Say Love Is This People Say Love Is That Who is the people to describe what you feel when you meet that special person that person in which you wish to have an honest relation where every love song is your song where every rose is your rose where every food is your dish love is exactly what you wish what you think and feel when the person you love can steal and heal all at the same time the more she hurts the more she mends you thin

and people say you this and you that people act fake to fit in places they were never at im a non conformist in this current state of rock and rap i know real and fake i know love and life i know right and wrong i know dark and bright i know that i am to young to be heading into the light i am a kid who constantly has to fight i know i am a kid who is aware of his rights i just need the wings to take flight to go on a trip in which i cannot lose! when im gone i have the power to choose! i refuse the peer pressure and booze! i listen to the news! think me not a child thinkg me someone who hears the blues! i am someone who battl

I Loved you once Then I Loved you Twice Simply loving you was my vice Every time I took a chance I was rolling dice I was among the blind mice I feel in love with your eyes Not once did I wonder Not once did I think That for one lousy second you weren’t for me Now hear I cry as I write this poetry Be it rhyme or free verse I cry for thee I cry for me I cry for the time that I wasted If you only knew how know your so hated Every little thing I wish I could erase even the days we dated I waited and waited but the more you didn’t come the more it fueled my hatred

I know of this one man I know of this one man in solitude Thrown into a cell where he can give no other man any attitude Never had any gratitude towards life He wasted it all on many a cheap vice With everything he took a gamble and rolled the dice Damn snake eyes All those lies and constant tries got him into places he couldn’t adapt And like a mouse caught in a trap except that it wasnt cheese it was crack This guy had no alternative except write rap And even then his life was still crap You see even in prison he was discriminated Alienated Singled out because he weren’t like the rest ignored because he didn’t

Before there was Television We had point of view vision Before there was radio We made music in our head Before there was ps2 We had play outside with you Before we had Microwave food We had home cooked Before the media told us what to do We followed our own path with our crew Before everyone told you this was you You thought for yourself Before you used to look in the back of the stores shelves For music that was all to well Now you buy the first thing you see Usually a fake rapper or cheap band cd Special editions with 2 new tracks While the rest is the same old crap Big pun , notorious B.i.g , 2 pac Legends of rap have