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Cheyenne Shelby Poem
When the lights go out
An the curtains close
Everyone goes home what do you do
Do you stay behind to study your lines
And make a fool
Out of the people that never believed in you
Do you go home to talk on the phone
Or play games to entertain
Yourself for the time being
Doing activities that are useless
Should you train for your upcoming games
So you can do your best
To play in the big league Because that's what you've dreamed
Since you were a little kid
Or decide to follow in the footsteps of your family members
That never achieved anything
To help but in the family history
But through everything you've been through
Good or bad
Either way you learn from your mistakes
Once you know good from bad
You should always think before you act
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During the night
She got in the fight
With a person named right
That might keep the light
From returning at dawn
They both took a yawn
Then out popped out a song
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Listening to the rhythm of the beat
I move my feet the speakers
Blowing loud every time we meet
When i speak it seems like
My flow is so sick i can't eat
Anorexia dementia from my lack of similac
Crack back to snap back i bounce back
Then sit down fall back an relax
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I continue to think
About the daily situations that happen
In our generation
Hating is spreading
Like the movie contagion
The virus is spreading
Through the iris
Because everything we see
Influences us to be
The very people we
Idolize on tv
He, she, they, we
Are all expected to be
Something other than me
You, them, they can
Never understand the uniquness
Every person displays
Why should you have to change
Gun shots heard by many everyday
Thesame many that dont
Know why Treavon Martin was one of the
Many that didnt get away
From the senseless violence that happens everyday
But whose to blame
In this sicotic game
Then again it happens day by day
People judge people
Just by how they look
But never took a minute
Out of their time to realize
There's aperson
Behind those eyes
You see if i was lying
Then why would you be
Wasting your time talking about my rhymns
Im only speaking because
Everyone else is afraid
About the feedback that might stab back
Stop wasting my time
An go about your life
But ima spend itin this life time
Changing people's life
I can turn a penny in to a dime
An donate that dime
To a kid that starves
Most of the time
Is it really a crime
To want something more
Than a normal life
I might just end up
Writing the most influencial rhymn
It's my time your time an their time
We can all make a diffrence is we just try
Saying that you're
Incapable of being capable
To comprehend what i'm
About to say im almost at the end
Sometimes i dont even know
What im saying but I'm
Praying that for every mind
That is corruppted there is
One that can help change
The next generation
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I wake up every morning
Feeling like life is nothing but a dream
I'm seeing in my imagination
To keep from realization
An breaking into a million pieces
That are shattered an obliterated
By my high pitched screaming
I'm bleeding with zombies
Eating me in the land of the dead
I'm fed up with all the ish
That just wont quit
The lies an betrayal
I can no longer trace all the hate
People think I'm quiet
Because i don't bother socializing
They don't know why i'd rather day dream
Then live in reality
I wanna dream of being
Who i want to be
Not what people make me out to be
An truthfully i feel sorry for you
Because you have no spirituality
I'm not talking the holy ghost
Or god killing the earth
I am saying you should take a second
Go ahead close your eyes
Forget the real world an fall into a dream world
Where your biggest fears come alive
An your imagination thrives
There you'll find surprises
That will last you a life time
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Seems like everywhere I go
Trouble seems to be the show
People always wanna know
About the places one should never go
All these haters take the dope that society
Seems to make into sobriety
This has got to be a trick
Half you people are some pricks
A second is what it takes
For someone to hate your face
No matter what race
Hate will always keep its pace
Even still I'm trying to get a mill
Like will on the fresh prince
I flicked my finger
And you just winced
Maybe I need a rinse
Never mind I'm just kidding
I just need another minute
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