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MY FAIRY TALE

As I continue in this journey of 
life
I have become a recluse to 
avoid the strife
But regardless of all my 
dedicated attempt
Every last person that gets 
close is contempt
This betraying sabotaging 
seems a trend
Without support trust 
compassion~there is no friend
There seems to be a breed who 
sucks on soul
Judging criticizing hidden 
enemy their goal
They think hurting failing is 
good game 
But if good game ain't 
money~don't attach my name
It is a sad solitude sorrowful 
thing
Yet I'm secondhand, this is 
their very being
Is this walking living proof of 
the devil
Heartless soulless DECEIVERS 
out to meddle
To think if so much was put 
into 
as much good
Each and every focused on 
being all they should
Where trust love honesty 
security abound
From town to city to state, the 
whole world round
Minding to self tending to own 
and acting grown
Then maybe beyond safe 
haven, heaven on earth would 
be known...


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To my street soldiers

         TO MY STREET SOLDIERS
                                                  by BambiLynn'14
 
Sometimes in the game you get too deep
Losing sight of what's real-to lose or to keep
It's not you or sons legacy nor your life
The original intent was to feed you, your kid, and your wife
But perspective gets skewed-reality changed
What you do became you the longer you banged
All money ain't good money mentality was lost
Your wife took your kid and soon after was tossed
Good intention and real love is now bitter with hate
Wheres your soul now at the judgement gate?
Your sons coming up and right behind you
This story in the ghetto is nothing new
I'm putting my words out exactly for this
Don't be that statistic, it's you and yours that you diss
Just play the game-don't let it play you
It is what it is, don't live it too
All that hustling and juggling steady on your grind
Risking life and freedom if you get time
Dedication and work ethic are already there
Don't shoot yourself down-get on a square
Dirty money, trifling women and all that comes fast
Shouldn't overrule you cuz none of it will last
Unless it's for pure survival it's not worth the cost
Of your family, yourself, your soul will be lost
Take all the same long hours, hard work, and tough will and fight
Using learned skillz from that, tough deals, work ethic to do what's right
Don't underestimate all that or you who is stronger than most
When taking that legit will make others toast
Stop fighting each other~or yourself most of all
Be true to you, define yourself, own your shit to stand proud and tall.


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Less than you


       Less than you
                         by BambiLynn'01

Because I am the way I am
I ask, in Gods eye, where I stand.
Am I wrong for what I do?
Does it make me less than you?
I do not cheat, I could not kill-
The things I have, I did not steal.
I hurt no one except for me...
I've deprived myself of dignity.
A sacrifice I had to make,
Relates to the life I face.
My innocence, long lost so young-
Never fully experiencing childhood fun.
I followed a path of those before,
And, after me, will be followed by more.
But does that make me nothing good?
Not doing what you think I should?
I didn't choose this life I lead, 
Growing up with lightning speed.
Though somewhere else I'd rather be,
For always, this is my reality.
But does this make me less than you?
I know, sometimes I think so too.
Sometimes I cry and The Lord, why can't I be something more?
Life is rough and as I look around...
Things get worse and nothing better.
So as I sit and write this letter,
I pray my God watches over me,
And never gives up on what he sees.
I hope, sometimes, he hears my voice;
And loves me still despite my choice.
What I've done in my hard life I live, 
Is this all things that he'll forgive?
The child long sacrificed in me,
As I live out my reality.
Am I any less than you? 
Do you think he loves me too?
When you cast your eyes on me-
Say one deed is not all you see...


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More than a minute

MORE THAN A MINUTE
                                by BambiLynn '14

(*Inspired by the tragic shooting of NEHEMIAH)

  This is for the NORTHSIDE, old or young 
  Stop the violence and set down the gun
  This is gotten old, it's nothing new
  We keep paying the price of what guns do
  The bullets end all involved life as it's known
  And YOU ALREADY KNOW you're killing your own
  It's far too extreme for problems of the day 
  Please take the time to find another way
  You take a life and end yours too 
  It's really selfish and bigger than you two
  No amount of church, prayer, or song
  Tells your mother where she went wrong
  Your sister and brothers are left grieving that day
  Yet forever attached to where you're put away 
  Do you have a girl, a wife, hope not a pregnancy
  Any children of your own left with this legacy
  Your favorite teacher, adored coach; school venue
  All left feeling they failed and afraid to continue
  How about your homies, all down for you
  What position have you now put them in too
  There's a bigger picture than that one minute
  And it entails way more than just you in it
  All of this is of flesh, bone, and skin
  Deeper than a son, your mother, any of your kin
  Take it one step further~ there's an even bigger toll
  There will be hell to pay, you sold your eternal soul
  So just take a deep breath, and a second to think
  Before you jump for a gun and change forever in a blink
  To all of the NORTHSIDE old or young
  PLEASE STOP THIS VIOLENCE AND SET DOWN YOUR GUN
  EVERY LAST ONE OF US IS INCLUDED IN IT
   ITS WAY BIGGER THAN YOU, AND MORE THAN A MINUTE


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MY FAIRY TALE

As I continue in this journey of 
life
I have become a recluse to 
avoid the strife
But regardless of all my 
dedicated attempt
Every last person that gets 
close is contempt
This betraying sabotaging 
seems a trend
Without support trust 
compassion~there is no friend
There seems to be a breed who 
sucks on soul
Judging criticizing hidden 
enemy their goal
They think hurting failing is 
good game 
But if good game ain't 
money~don't attach my name
It is a sad solitude sorrowful 
thing
Yet I'm secondhand, this is 
their very being
Is this walking living proof of 
the devil
Heartless soulless DECEIVERS 
out to meddle
To think if so much was put into 
as much good
Each and every focused on 
being all they should
Where trust love honesty 
security abound
From town to city to state, the 
whole world round
Minding to self tending to own 
and acting grown
Then maybe beyond safe 
haven, heaven on earth would 
be known...


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World War

                World War

Some of us march to a different drummer. 
Some to a different beat.
Some keep changing the music. 
Some hear no no drum at all.
World War
Our government does not represent us.
This country definitely not land of the free.
Can't you hear your own crying?
No one is hearing any plea!
World War
The weak, the struggling, are attacked.
The evil, ruthless, and dangerous revered. 
Fairness, freedom, justice, compassion lack.
There's no place for a tear.
America, you are failing!
Mankind, failing even more!
Don't get distracted by the fighting...
This is the real
WORLD WAR


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A view of man

A man impatient on the corner
Waiting for the light to say walk
As cars drive by splashing mud
Oblivious to anything going on
A truck pulls too far into the intersection
And a car has to screech to a halt
The driver swearing out of his window
Then continues on his way
Rain sprinkles gently down on all the world 
Softly saying GOD BLESS YOU
But no one listens....


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Minnesota OG

MINNESOTA OG
                                         by BambiLynn'14

We need to bring some OG back to the game
They say only playas change, the games stays the same
But that ain't true, and it smells bad too
I've watched and thought and come up w this notion
Staying true to me is failing thug devotion
OG principles need to get back in track
Stop violence and hate, bring respect, g.p., and true hustling back!

All this hatin and violence can hit the door
Let's define what OLD SCHOOL GANGSTAS stood for
There was standards and rules for all OG
And to fit in the circle, you had to be...
True to the game w caliber and class
Not recognizing popcorn, gorilla, gutter, or trash
No one took from their home to invest in the game (insane)
You put your all in your home then hustled to come up or keep yo standard of living the same
The game kept severe poverty out of the life
Especially for kids whose dads walked out on their wife
Back then the only out was to play ball
Working only for a few gifted and tall
OG's didn't hate, had each other's backs
Supporting and competeing a little in building stacks
No pulling guns If one in the circle did wrong or violated
It was worse when OG's shut them out into starvation
Paying in shame, and being left out and without
Teaching a lesson instead of ending lives is better without doubt
Violence puts everything in the spotlight
Stopping all hustle, all money, having to set it down out if sight 
When you take a life, you end yours too
Original purpose defeated, no life, no money you fool
When our own turns on itself~something's terribly wrong
Bring some OG back is the point of this song
Treat one another with love and respect
Deaths only a heartbeat away, on that you can bet
Stop all this killing and hate, have each other's back
Burning your own bridges isn't the right fight or attack
No hustle or game should be how you live
Or the legacy passed down to your kids with nothing to give
It should only be used as needed to come up and do more
Making things better for our families, not killing them to even the score
Don't take from the kids, settling for gutter and trash
Be true to you and the game, with caliber and class
Do what you do to come up, but keep growing past the game
Fight to be better, not each other, keep home and family sane


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My prayer

                    MY PRAYER
                                        by BambiLynn '78

How sad are the people who walk the street
How poor are those with nothing to eat
How loved are the children whose parents fight
How mean is the dog with the known bite
They say we should be happy for what we've got
But those who say it have got a lot
God give me the strength to ignore the greedy
And look away from eyes so beady
Let me see the beauty of those who stand tall
And live for my pride, not my gull


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Too tired to go on

I've sampled the many fruits of 
life, and dwelled in its many 
woes.
Sailed to different distant 
shores, and witnessed flagrant 
shows.
I've aged too fast before my 
time, but feel that this I must 
do.
In search of something better, 
if not just something new.
Deeply weary to the bone, I 
start stumbling a lot my dear. 
Only hoping for the best, in the 
upcoming year.
Pain and sorrow always follows 
me, despite all reflecting in any 
pond.
Loneliness my only companion, 
probably right into the great 
beyond.
Memories forever taunt me, of 
things done so long ago.
Your face to evermore haunt 
me, as on and on I go.
This journey seeming endless, 
a quest of seeking peace.
This path called life, when will 
it just cease.
Vast troubles and countless 
heartaches, seem to be my 
only gain. 
Love and riches have escaped 
me, in this life's funny game.
Must I keep going and carrying 
on, or may I please finally stop 
and rest, for I am much too 
tired to go on.


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