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Adrian Burrage Ii Poem
Every ounce of movement I feel
All the movements u take I take
It was hard , a sight to see, the heart was beating fast and off beat, as the same but he wouldn’t let me go...., Oh Lord, the control u have at all cost, from a little cub, I see the hard work u done , the hard work for the hunt for food, thee school u put me in for school , was with u in the mind spirit, little n quiet , heard your crys , as I was crying with u, happiness as happy for u, as strong as an Ox , words could cut with one slice like pizza , but very warm hearted an comforting as the sky of blue with the ocean flow, was there always there, never gone the love runs deep in the veins flows strong ..., the same when I was inside u... the heartbeats the same
Copyright © Adrian Burrage Ii | Year Posted 2020
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Adrian Burrage Ii Poem
Eyes is spinning like a game host not sure what to think much more best to sit with on a side walk with the poor probably care more than the poor or hungry for the green , cash if u don’t get what It mean, left right no in between, half of the time I ain’t sure what u mean , laugh out loud made out to be a joke, still in out of hope?, cool to agree n disagree , the rest I put a lean on , I ed up never again I can just freeze on it, un sure be the best or on the list like the rest of them 50 + mine as well shot 50 jump shots and feel good with it , loyalty is hard to maintain , not many can maintain , some find a way out use the high road out , if u in i hi-five it turn the page , on the mind what some one gots mine or his ain’t on the same level at least I tried , wide or long not sure what u want , sending out objects attract interest , on the short end of the stick or wood , but remaining solid like a peace sign , should I throw a peace sign , naw ain’t for me feels like the bottom of the bucket list, there till evening morning, hands tight like a win for a close fight , walking around hand checkin dirt napping don’t make me a tough guy makes me feel like a dumb guy , alpha dog not how it go’s ,suppose to lead not spread a fear, being around it slows the life span a lot more, Clone to spare, choosen only color red , marker for life , a balance to compare on a bad one don’t compare un match one on a told being a soft side we all got a soft side be on hard brink or comfy couch take a pick, crying homie was there on yo side not the right on yo side what we are and what we aren’t i stay confused and I don’t know why should I close my eyes and no return to wake up headaches n trippin life no maybe chances , chances I had in the pit there smiling faces many dances I remain loyal but not sure still confused , I will start thinking got a clue , words to the wise, take it back to school, eyes stay str8 been loyal, but confused
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Adrian Burrage Ii Poem
When I take sip of this glass of juice, want to think how they squirt it out and make it loose, all sit around let’s get along , out of the 10 to the 20 they very lost , from the 1 to the 5 they are prone boss, closing my eyes thinking we at a war , but in reality I see empty eyes n robin ‘s poor, kids running happy , ain’t got a clue , get mad n sad when they got a flu, may seem bad with a mask on, doing kicks n some flips like a ninja ...action figures, the time tick tocks back n forth , couldn’t handle on a thing that be gettin off , saying jokes pokin fun made them get off, when something ain’t real I ain’t vibin off , when the game clock out that means times up, lookin up in the sky which is nice n blue , when a thunder bolt hit ya, that’s aimed at u, think about the past what to change to gain , u would think with all the people they remain the same , takes 2 to be loyal not a one sider, mind as well be with the bad crowd n be a outsider , got a taste for on the tongue.. the insider... I throw it up, never was good for me, u see, sayin bust as most as u can, depends on the person , we ain’t all the same , some can have 3 to 5 or even 1 to 2 n check out , skin is dark need to be bitter and black , never was the one who said I was “ a bitter black man”, the real black man gettin check n chained n killed for nothing , always though in my mind I be next up, can’t speak for them I could speak for me, is it wrong, come off as selfish when I known some, don’t look good when a message comes across a year later, mind as well be in a space ship all with darth Vader , a whole row of people that will come as traders , never understood speedin on a slow lane, could be worse in a rain when u surf and bang , rather fly with wings n show my fangs, not always about looks , more bout the personality, I’m just different on my right of mind , giving it to the fakes , ice cold at the lakes , spread out , make it work, in that kind of game ain’t no perks , inside feelin worse , is it a curse , ones dropping there mouth spittin verse , not sure what to think of anymore , go up the top of the mountains chill n wait
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Copyright © Adrian Burrage Ii | Year Posted 2022
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Adrian Burrage Ii Poem
Dim out press the button, no more at a time was fun now ride, they was all coo, more fun with jewels, learn real fast, rocks and brawns, keep your head up, unload to load, no results , yellin out loud , cause u think U the stuff , in reality, u just a sad case of human waste , no ing with her, she was your friend and kin, a southern thang, all talking the mouth kept going thought one was friend found out she was unwired and pretend , rumors where spread like putting sauce on a sandwich to a bread , since then they mentally dead, homie on the side was sure, for a minute he did ride , in a passenger side , found out things , unpleasant, kept my reach to arm for a length, had his back from a fist to ass beatin, he feel off with his bad intention, sorry again , equal line , I’d trip off again , the pile shortens , of a list of friends , some are made with a few in between, others are made in a pack of green the color red till I crack it , it’s off
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