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Don'T Blink

When we are young we are told 
"don't let youth pass you by"
That before we know it life will pass 
"in the blink of an eye"

As a child we are invincible, we live 
life day to day,
We don't care what tomorrow brings 
we only want to play. 

Teen years, we experiment with sex, 
drugs and crime. 
Not worried about repercussions, we 
still have lots of time. 

After this we get a job just starting 
out our life,
Get married and have kids, with your 
husband or wife. 

In your 30s now, so many 
responsibilities for you,
Dreams have to be put on hold, 
there's just too much to do. 

My advice to you my friends is never 
tempt  your fate,
Live your dreams when you can, you 
don't ever have to wait. 

Cause the day will come when you 
wake up, and you can't help but 
think. 
That "why did life go by so fast" and 
"why'd I have to blink"

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Ghetto

Now here's a story everyone should 
know, 
About a young boy growing up in the 
ghetto. 

His father was murdered when the 
boy was just six,
Now he lives with his mom, who 
makes money  turning trickS. 

He dropped out of school when he 
was still young. 
Started dealing crack, strapped with 
a gun. 
And near the corners with his friends 
he would hang,
And it wasn't long til he joined a 
gang.

He knew he'd never get a job,
It was easier to sell rock, steal and 
rob.  

He lives like a banger well into his 
teens,
At war with other gangs selling dope 
to the fiends. 

He meets a girl, and she brings him 
joy, as she gives birth to his little 
boy. 

He decides to straighten up, get back 
on his feet,
Get out of the gang, get off of the 
street. 

But before he gets to meet his son,
Cops pick him up as he tries to run. 

One of his friends had turned 
mouse,
And gave up his homies stash house. 
,

And as the cops seized all the items 
from there,
They found his prints almost 
everywhere. 

Now he's looking at some hard time,
As this is not his 1st major crime. 

For 5 years he gets thrown in jail,
Not eligible for parole, cannot post 
bail. 

But he decides not to be a fool,
He takes courses in jail, finishes high 
school. 

He does his time, gets his life 
reinstated. 
Beats the parole, he's rehabilitated. 

He's grown up now, at 25,
Most of his gang dead, happy to be 
allive. 

Takes the bus back to the block,
Where he spent most his life, 
slinging the rock. 

He gets off the bus gets met by a 
young "G",
"Hey buddy, do you remember me"

"You use to sell crack and drugs  to 
my mother, and it was your gang 
that put 2 holes in my brother."

" that was a long time ago",
 "I'm not the same man, put down 
the gun yo."

The next few seconds go very fast, 
he's filled with bullet holes, Demons 
from his past. 

He reaches in his pocket, pulls out 
his cell phone, as he is only a few 
steps from his home. 

He wants to break the chain, and 
talk to his kid, and tell him not to do 
the things he did. 

But its too late, his boy is their 
crying. Looking at his daddy dying. 

"Daddy, Daddy, please don't go", "I 
barely know you you know"

He looks at his son, tears in his eyes, 
Gets out "I love you" before he dies. 

Now here's another story everyone 
should know, 
About a young boy growing up in the 
ghetto.

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The Grime

She stands by the door waiting for 
her to come, the days finally here 
going home with her mum. 

She's 4 now, almost a year to the 
day, since the childrens aid workers 
came to take her away. 

When she was taken her mom was 
addicted to crack, pulled in by the 
streets and not looking back. 

Mom hustles the streets, living blast 
to blast, hoping this  will help her 
forget her past. 

But now her heart is filled with 
sorrow, "don't worry honey ill clean 
up tomorrow." 

Tomorrows come and go but she 
stays on the street, the drug that's 
too hard  to beat. 

Then it happens a sign from the 
gods, something makes her defy all 
the odds. 

Her boyfriend arrested sent off to 
jail, won't be a while til he can get 
bail. 

Now the light goes off in her head, 
she realizes that the street will soon 
make her dead. 

She leaves downtown and rebuilds 
her life, she can't believe why she 
caused all this strife. 

After a few weeks she gets a visit 
supervised, and she changes herself 
seeing her kids eyes. 

She goes back to school and gets 
her own place, help from family and 
friends she rehabilitates. 

Her boyfriend from prison promises 
her the world, says when he gets out 
it will be them and her girl. 

7 months go by her man gets out of 
jail, now this is not the end of the 
tale. 

Now the little girl stares at the door, 
which I'm sure she's done many 
times before. 

Todays the day, ribbons in her hair, 
pretty pink dress her mom will soon 
be there. 

She hears the door handle and yells 
"Mommy",   door opens its not what 
she expected to see.

The lady walks in sad look on her 
face. The young girl knows she won't 
be leaving this place. 

"Sorry honey, mommy can't make it 
today",
"Why?  Where is she?  What did she 
say?"

Her mom sits in the crackhouse, 
drugs in her hand, staring across the 
table at her freshly released  man. 

"Does anyone have a pipe I can 
borrow?"
"Don't worry honey ill clean up 
tomorrow!"

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Doughboy-Dad

Your roomate had called me late 
that night,
And told me that you were not 
feeling right,

I hopped in my car and made my 
way,
Not telling you I'd be there the next 
day,

You then called me during my drive,
And asked me when I would arrive,

how'd you know I was going to 
come,
You told me because you knew your 
son,

You said that the paramedics had 
come and gone,
And that they told you there wasn't 
much wrong,

So we cracked a few jokes as we 
always do,
You gave me your love I said I love 
you too,

How could I know that would be the 
last,
Time that we talked the night that 
you passed,

I would have never hung up the 
phone,
Knowing that you would leave all 
alone.

I would have drove faster not 
stopped to rest,
Would have held your hand told you 
your the best.

The minister asked me to put pen to 
pad,
And write a few stories about my 
dad,

So I began writing of things in past 
years,
But the pen wouldn't work paper 
covered with tears,

So I just told him a bit about you,
And he told me that that would do,

We then had your service now that 
was a sight,
From the rich to the homeless you 
must of done right,

To have such a variation of freinds,
Who stood beside you right to the 
end,

I prayed, then I cried then I started 
to laugh,
As people told stories on your behalf,

So then we went out to celebrate 
your life,
Myself, your daughter, her man and 
my wife.


As I now type this poem, some time 
has gone by,
And i pause, and take time to dab 
my teary  eyes.

Cause you touched so many in your 
64 years,
And the screen looks so hazy, eyes 
filling with tears,

In your life you gave me so much 
joy,
Love you Dad- rest in peace 
doughboy.

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The Final Words

I remember many years ago, when I 
was just a lad,
My biggest hero in my life, happened 
to be my dad. 

I grew up with no siblings, in a 
happy home,
And daily as a child, I'd write  a story 
and a poem. 

I'd discuss how my day went and the 
things that I had done,
And put words to my feelings, be it 
happy, sad or fun. 

I'd keep them in a binder, tucked 
underneath my bed,
Well hidden from intruders, near 
where I'd rest my head. 

Many years later, as a teen, my 
parents separate. 
They tell me dads moving to another  
state. 

He decided to leave his family and 
work on his career,
Things hadn't been so good at home 
for well over a year. 

I hold in the tears, run upstairs and 
begin to write. 
About the terrible news I got, that 
late school  night. 

I rip out my binders, and sit quickly 
in my chair. 
I write "why do I do this, no one 
seems to care". 

I grab all my diaries, from my 
hidden stash,
 throw them in a garbage bag and 
take them out for trash. 

For many years I never took out a 
paper and pen,
I promised myself this day I would 
never write  again. 

I visit my dad often, til life gets in 
the way,
And visits turn to phone calls as we 
run outta things to say.

He would say that he loved me, I'd 
say I loved him too. 
But our conversations remained 
small, we were never really true.  

I get the dreaded  phone call in 
february '11,
God had come to take my dad and 
bring him up to heaven. 

I go through my dads stuff, and 
what defined his life,
Pictures of dead relatives, my family, 
his ex wife. 

I miss the times we had, even our 
silent talks,
Hidden in his closet, I pull out a big 
box. 

When I move the box,  I can't 
believe my eyes,
My family runs in the room, when 
they hear my sobbing cries. 

The writings I had thrown out so 
many years before. 
Were neatly piled behind the box, on 
the closet floor. 

I read through the pages, memories 
flood my mind,
My life as a child so neatly defined. 

I make it to the last page, I find 
written in blue, under "No one seems 
to care"
My Daddy wrote "I do"

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My Best Friend

I'm standing here looking down 
hoping  to see you again, 
I want you to know that you are, my 
oldest dearest friend,

You've been with me through 
everything the hard times and the 
good, 
But I never treated you, as nicely as 
I should. 

I've woke up holding you as we laid 
together,
And when your looking up at me I 
always feel better. 

We've been through some sticky 
situations along the way,
In fact I can't remember the last 
time you didn't wanna play. 

We've worked and played more 
times then I can even think,
And been in odd places, after having 
ourselves a drink.

I think its time that I gave you 
another  beat. 
As you just lay limp, between my big 
belly and my feet.

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Addict

Here I sit crackpipe in my hand. 
Wondering how I became this man
.
I grew up head filled with dreams, 
Of being a movie star, or on a 
Sports team.

I wanna go back and talk to that kid. 
And tell him not to do the things that 
I did.

To follow his heart no matter where 
it would lead, To live life slowly, 
there's no need to speed.

Live life like each day is his last, 
Strive for a future and remember his 
past.

Don't put off tomorrow what you can 
do today. Follow those dreams no 
matter what people say.

Treat people with fairness and try to 
be kind. Develop your body, expand 
your mind. 

Travel and see the world, Fall in love 
with a beautiful girl.

But its too late, that kids just an 
empty shell, Living his life in his self 
made hell.

No more family, kids gone with ex 
wife. Crackpipe in hand looking back 
at my life.

All alone in my room, laying on my 
bed, Noone would even notice me 
dead.

Drowning away my pain and my 
sorrow. Putting off today cause ill 
clean up tomorrow.

So now I stand finger raised at the 
sky. I'm pissed at you God you 
wanna know why.

You've taken away everything from 
me. The man I became isn't the 
man I could be.

And I'm pretty sure I won't be 
seeing you. Cause I know I'd regret 
the things I would do.

So say Hi god to my friends and 
family. And make sure u take care of 
them for me.

I think I know what I have to do. I 
am done with you god no more 
praying to you.

My god now is this pipe in my hand. 
Its taken my soul left this hollow 
man.