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Quincy Cannon Poem
Ambitious Girl, your ideal for me
We living in a fake world, but you kept it real for me
Your drive is driving me crazy
Steering me to your direction,
crashing into your heart like I'm drunk doing 180
Make-up, you don't need it boo
Your beauty is a reflection of GOD and the image on the screen
You don't feed into
I love how your determined to follow your dreams
Be the next star on the movie screen
Not focused on material high price jeans at the venue
I love the genes thats in you
Love what you aspire to be, you inspire me
To do the same
You getting older so you don't have time for the games
These other girls can't even fathom your imagination
They show off ass, you showing off your aspirations
I'll be there for your graduation, you got all this passion waiting
My last one didn't have what your packing which is fascinating
I can tell you love the thrill of the chase
Don't smoke but these drinks you willing to chase
To have the pain erased, still hold that smile on your face
Your spirit can't be replaced
While you logging into school, in your dorm
Your honey to these niggaz who B ready to swarm
I'm here to help motivate,
My heart is a home for you so you'll 4ever have a place
To rest
From the Stress
From MD to wherever, our mutual respect will connect- GQ
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In the midst of the lies and tricks
While others idolize some despise the rich
To get some dough people will lie and snitch
Ski mask way, sit back and devise a lick
Im just trying to get words off the page and into the booth
Its just me and you like we're fly in a coupe
Drowning in my blood, sippin dark sorrow from a bottle
Just heard my young homie won't see outside tomorrow
was just a smart young brotha tryin to be caking
Now he might do 10 and was already on probation
One of my enemies got shot but he aint dead tho
I wonder what was going thru his mind as he bled slow
Signing deals with the devil without even knowing it
Treating money like trees and steady blow it
Not growing it, gotta have the new J's just to show some shyt
Thats why they look at us like we don't know no shyt
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Quincy Cannon Poem
I think about her everytime that the sunset and sunrise
She just a piece of ass to some guys
But she's more than, loyal, the type to hold your back
Stepping to her man and she's down to scrap
Met as strangers through halls of school, just passing by
In the same class just a couple hi and byes
She had her head in books while I was letting the smoke swirl
Cute with brains like Topanga on Boy Meets World
My heart was like Cory's, approached her with my story
Saying feelings are sincere
Then i started thinking about you everywhere
Your fine wine these other broads are beer
You on higher level the rest can't compare
Wanna elevate you, all these haters gonna do is talk and stare
That's what they do to royalty, What's a King without his Queen?
Your last rook took an L, let's see what this relationship could bring
To my new state of mind
Spend every minute with you, cause your right on time
Dealing with these problems on these lonely streets
When I've fallen, she's the one to bring me to my feet
After a long day, we take a shot the Bombay
Politic about life while cheifing on a bomb J
She opens up about her how present is reflection of her past
raised by a single mother, barely saw her dad
Only when it was visiting hours cause he was busy with powder
So in these crooked cats she was looking for that
Somthing deeper than an object
A Maya Angelou poem with a meaningful concept
-Quincy Cannon
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Quincy Cannon Poem
Take a trip into the mind of a poet but loner
Thinker, avid drinker local known stoner
Next to green like Mario, maybe shrooms will get me bigger
Will they see as a man instead of a nigga
When I say 'nigga' I don't mean ones who hung on trees
I mean the ones that I hang with that blow on trees
It's funny how times changed but really its all the same
Prison and slavery just really the same name
Welcome to my world, where love is quiet and money talks
The smart gets locked up and the dummies walk
Kids get shot down on a daily basis
Don't know our life, just judge us off the skin on our faces
No eye witnesses due to drop cases, who'll save us?
What we see shock us like Raiden
What do I say to my nigga whose crib just been raided
Young tygas getting faded but Ima future Lion in the making
Where's my faith in GOD? I'm losing faith in myself
Don't like what's in the mirror, guess I'm hating myself
How can I love you when I'm not loving myself
Never followed the law, I govern myself
You're one in a million like that angel Aaliyah
This relationship was a test, I got caught being a cheater
This world's driving me insane and it's affecting my heart
It was us against the world, now were tearing apart
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Quincy Cannon Poem
I write like an author till I get arthrithis
Everything I touch turns to shyt, the opposite of Midas
Why do I jump heart first into this pool of love
Only to be burned as the fool of love
Empty bottles of Bud Light to close tears
Roling something sticky, these buds light no beer
Tango-ed into this web of romance, but it's a slow dance
I'm left alone like a wallflower with no chance
of getting close to her heart, her mind and soul
So this L I spark, erases the lines and I just go
To another place, another time in reality
Where I'm shut off from this wicked mentality
Cut off from who I thought seen the best in me
But All Along they only saw a check in me
What happen to the passion, love and trust
Now seeing me and you is no longer a must
You were that FIRE i DESIRED now were ashes and dust
Wondering was it real love or just passionate lust?
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