Frederick Smith Poet Lay

Died While I Was Living

can't be 
justice 
with the suspect 
smiling 

can't be love 
with my heart 
still prowling 

oh 911 
did you get the 
411 
my heart was broken 
i can't walk or run

i can't talk i'm stung
haven't even touch 
you....now look at 
the drool from my tounge

i'm seeing my future 
but my present is 
threat ful 
if i don't change i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
hold up i'm talented 
beautiful
able 
willing 
strong 
powerful 
determine.,.
my fears died while i was living

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