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
Copyright © Frederick Smith | Year Posted 2005
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