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Mike Grant Poem
There was a Homeless guy on the corner holding a sign
It said I need some help, I'm running out of time
So I stopped and asked him, how come and why
He told me he has cancer and he might have to die
He needs to have surgery to remove a tumor from behind his eye
Should I believe him, it could all be a lie
He said he has three kids and a wife
And can't afford to go under the knife because of the price
If he doesn't get it done soon, he will no longer exist
I had this overwhelming feeling to help, I just couldn't resist
The tears in his eyes made me believe he was telling the truth
I know longer needed anymore proof
He said he was unable to work due to his condition
The tumor had started to make him lose most of his vision
So I pulled out my wallet and I helped him out
Isn't that what kindness is all about
I hate to see people go without
They are people too, it's the least we could do
Even if what there telling us, is not completely true
Faith in humanity needs to be restored
So please everybody, jump on board
There down on there luck and need a little help
Have a little sympathy, the kind that I felt
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Mike Grant Poem
How do i break the hate for Gods sake.
How do i escape the coil of the snake.
Life is not real death is my fate.
Body's cold it's starting to shake.
Soul is broken it's filled with hate.
Watching thru the eyes of someones hell.
Wishing my soul wasn't for sale
Living my life under a spell.
Speaking softly when I want to yell!
Feeling the world go round and round.
Chasing that special evil sound.
Me and nothing are pound for pound.
Having a fear of evil clowns.
Watching my loved ones disappear.
Trying to not shed a tear.
The power is pulling its almost here.
The wheels are broken im trying to steer.
The shadow is coming im full of fear.
How do i break the hate for gods sake
How do i escape the coil of the snake
Watching the dirt disentagrate
Human flesh evaporate
A simple sin is all it takes
Blood runs cold theres no mistakes
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High maintenance, Lots of patience
Trying to stay out of police stations
They drive you nuts, With their butts
You better have
A million bucks, I wish you luck
You know your stuck
Nice clothes
Expensive stores
That really blows
Nice cars, Fancy bars
G-string panties
In their drawers
High maintenance, Lots of patience
There's an explanation
For our fascination
Double d's, I guarantee
We all agree
That's what we need
To go broke, Let's try and cope
This ain't a joke
Let's take a vote
This song is dope
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Ok here we go you want more
get out on that floor
and move your feet to the beat
now dont be slow ok lets start the show
Life has a special tone
its trapped in cell phone
People liking this and postin that
photo shopping there pics
so they dont look fat
Changing the color of there hair and the color of there skin
trying to make themselves look thin
there out on a limb
Hypnotized by the lies
of someone they idealize
dont act surprised
She could be a he that stands up when they pee
thats messed up cant you see
Getting bullied online
by all of mankind
they can turn it off anytime
They dont have to look
we know there hooked
just delete your freakin Facebook
Watching people screw
come on get a clue
you know this is true
Causing drama in other peoples lives
hitting on other peoples wives
thats not very wise in normal peoples eyes
Don't you wish you had a clone
So you don't feel alone
And you both could get stoned
Instead of always looking at your phone
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Our future has been written the story has been told.
All we can do is sit back and watch it all unfold.
All the past premonitions are starting to come thru.
Its kind of scary what are we going to do.
Have you ever walked into a room and had dejavu.
Its because you have seen it before believe me its true.
Evil exist you can hear its moan
Darkness and madness we are not alone
There is a reason that we have chips in our phones.
Alot of it is completely unknown.
He is storing our info in a file for hell.
Hes really organized cant you tell.
The devil himself is pulling the strings.
We are his puppets enjoying messed up things.
We have walked into his trap and played his game.
There is nothing you can do to make it change.
Because it will all stay the same.
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Ready set go, pick yourself up off of that floor
Because you probably drank to much the night before
You have an alcohol problem you can't ignore
Put your pants on one leg at a time
Now make sure you can walk a straight line
You've got an uphill battle to climb
Now sit your kids down and feed them their breakfast
Make sure they have their phones that you have purchased
You want to make sure that they stay focused
You wouldn't want them to conversate
They need to remain in a state of isolate
It will backfire, just you wait
The snake is taking shape
Now get them out the door, on their way to school
Ignore the fact that you have lost all control
And have fallen into a deep dark hole
You Need a tool, to fix a damaged soul
Comb your hair and brush your teeth
Try and hide the despair that lies beneath
Run out the door and don’t forget your keys
Be careful as you drive to work
Go slow because you don’t want to get hurt
You might spill coffee on your shirt
Try not to tailgate
It could be a Big mistake
Because you would have little time to brake
It would be chaotic and it would make you late
As soon as you arrive park your car
It’s time for your misery to finally start
Ignore the pain from your internal scar
As you walk in, everyone says good morning
But deep down inside, you know your job is boring
Your upset because their profits are soaring!
Internal anger is building, That you've been storing
You barely make enough to survive
Your slamming red bulls to energize
You know this is true, don't act suprised!
You can't deny, That your life is full of lies
You are full of maybes, what ifs and why's
As you sit down at your desk
Trying really hard to do your best
But your boss still seems unimpressed!
Your emotions are deeply compressed!
Always wanting to get thoughts of your chest!
Then after an eternity, it’s time to go home
You drive as fast as you can to stare at your cell phone
And to make family members feel alone
The neglect makes them feel bad
But your too dumb to know that your making them feel sad
Missing time with your kids
When all they want is there mom and dad
Oh wait, they are staring at their cell phones too
I think we are all screwed and there's nothing we can do
The reality of it is a hard one to chew
This is something we cant undo
When it really is true
Your stuck in this cycle that never goes away!
It's the same thing every DAMN DAY!
The stress is making you grey
Hay!
Put your phone's away!
And go out and play!
OK!
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When we were young we had some fun
Endless love weighs a ton
I will always be there if you need me
I have always been there can't you see
We have endured trials and tribulations
Had a few minor confrontations
The first time i saw you and your beautiful eye's
They were as blue as the skies
I knew we were meant to be
I will always be there can't you see
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Well hello, I would like to share a theory of mine
So kick back and relax and drink some wine
Now you dont have to worry everything is going to be just fine
Certain items are getting deep, it just about time
You dont need to get upset so try and be kind
There is going to be chaos and people are going to get out of line
Fires are flashin
Flood's are splashin
Peoples compassion
Has lost alot of passion
I drove past a church the other day
It said GOD! is watching and people need to pray
Because facebook is not good it tear's people apart
The end as we know it is getting ready to start
Nudes! are being pumped into your children's phone's
Who know's what there doing when there home alone
You dont have to worry as long as you have been good
Just try and turn off your social media like everybody should!
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Dirty disgusted looks
Is all it took
For one to feel shook
Pulling out all the stops
To feel like your not
Blood is boiling hot
That hurts
Makes you feel like a piece of dirt
Im no expert
But i try and make it work
So insignificant and small
Thats all
Backs against the wall
Getting ready to fall
Thats my equation
So try and change the station
We all live in this infestation
That we call a nation
Or is this all a hallucination
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Demons and slavery are not very nice.
Their Parts on the inside are cold as ice.
The ora and the karma will attach to your skin.
Dont fight the thoughts ok lets begin.
Deep in thought and bleeding out.
Thats hypothetical cant live without.
When you cant stop the flow its coming quick.
Imagine the pain that will inflict.
Living on a mountain and under a lake.
Feeling each part of me start to shake.
Nerve endings separate and begin to connect.
Everlasting life is a secret best kept.
Dreams travel out of cold thin air.
Sometimes you feel like you have to share.
The sick twisted shlt inside your head.
No one really cares tell your dog instead!
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