Details |
K. Gailor Poem
yo alex wadup,first off my apolige,couldnt make ur wake,or see your family,cuz when u died i was in denile for a year at least,i still talk to u in prayer,hope u hear it chief,seems like yesterday we would just ride out,all of us skateboards bmx meet at my house,skate thru town gather the whole crew,u still the best flip trickin the 6 set this is so true,*****we would start skate spots and hate cops,remeber cape cod? i still got the sun spots,listen to dmx the whole trip it was dumb hott,skidmore the saratogain wendys,i still run them blocks,congress park were we d congergate and stop,chad muska ghetto blasting the party never stopped,i ll never forget when my mom caught us smokin her marb butts,we was bout 13 back in day be4 starbucks,or the blue bowl first time i got stoned,sorry we lost touch when i went to the group home,how quick we grew up and left home,*****wasnt right now i miss that u left homes,yet this earth is evil,i know when i leave it to i will see you,have bud and drinks ready u know how we do,*****remeber lake placid,we waxed every curb coulnd pass it,and the tree house still spray painted,anarchy signs and gang related,im glad we tagged the inside u were fam just not related,we had fun and bleed together,*****some days wish we were dead together,but i carry on just for my sons sake,dam dog pretty much everyone fake,rich still locked 6 years now,but i gotta stop writting cant control the tears now.....i love u bro i ll never forget you
Copyright © K. Gailor | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
K. Gailor Poem
Everyday I wake up wishing I never did,just to survive this life ain't the
same to live,wish I could switch spots with a cancer patient that wants
to live,got me feeling like adam without a rib,I gave it all up so she
could live,now my hearts were evil is....
Copyright © K. Gailor | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
K. Gailor Poem
crime pays but these tithes won't wash away my sin.....Got me drinking holy water trying to kill the devil within......
Copyright © K. Gailor | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
K. Gailor Poem
the old me would of killed you scared his face,never to care if i caught a case,yet i changed for my son the change was nt hard to make,i ll be dammed if im in a cell 10 by 8,reading books pushin the floor owned by state,so i hit the beach zoned by wakes,thats what it took to keep me home and safe,see i was 15 thugin living in the system,wasn't post to live long no one was to miss em,so i told myself then gotta do something different,ima get out and do some big shit,never to return,so to go back over a ***** nah ima let it burn,which was tough as *****i was on the edge u was laughing like im bluffing it,im just happy to still be here **** it shit,out the few real friends growing up,most of them dead or in jail swelling up,yeah i been thru it i tell ya what
Copyright © K. Gailor | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
K. Gailor Poem
tortured soul,heart with holes,thoughts just roll with a awful flow,constant pain overwhelmed with loss,if not the anger got me ready to go off,either that or the two combine,try to keep my head up but i lose my mind,my lifes a like a movie yet no rewind,so if we spoke i lied if u thought i was truly fine,see my issue has no resolve,face full of tears tissues hold me down,men dont cry?how bout a father who lost his son? i swear what scares me the most is i aint lost my gun,i used to have hopes and dreams sceams to make dreams true,now all i seem to be is equal,to sum of my failure ,divided by one u would nt understand what i had too, endure and let slide ,just concur and get high,my lifes much different,uncontent to just get by,
Copyright © K. Gailor | Year Posted 2013
|