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Poetry Piled Up
I am a native criminal artistic creative poet/
against all odds a convict of christ in society, I must not stay below it/
This is my time 2 shine people, da tattooed face over society I must out grow it/
I show no love for those who show none for me/
I just most recently been incarcerated so my objective is 2 remain free/
But it hard for a mutha ****in strrugglin addict half breed/
I struggle wit my own DUALITY, because my whole life revolves around 2 BE OR NOT 2 BE/ Im a educated Hustler starting back from scratch once again/
**** my families help especially my soul called friendz/
Prison I want to say NEVER AGAIN/ But Still Im a self made huslter/
Still a type 2 give a **** mutha ****er/
I show respect and loyalty I live by the Code, I keep my eyes open, ears alert and mouth shut/
I gots to give a ****/
same thing everyday is where im stuck/
I live by the code of silence/A man of peace so its a last resort to violence/
this my poetry now I slowly pile it....
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