My Life 2

If my life is about to finish
clap and shout, cause i'm willing to go
after life hunts me every day
so every day i am willing to show
I live one day at a time 
so i wont cloud up my cloud 9
at the end of every road
i will live everything behind
so always live life to the fullest
its like a box of chocolate
never know till you are through with it
so hold your cups up
cause the end is almost near
if you know were you going
celebrate, shout till they hear

No one will know how you will live your life
keep going through it 
and cut it with a knife
so this is what we live for
day in and day out
keep going at it till you make everyone shout

I no how we live is evil
I no what we do is wrong
it nothing about enemy's
unless you willing to fall
so count your lucky stars
if you have any left
cause after this world is gone
you gonna need them to come back 
so i am gonna live you with one last drive
so take it and take it well
never trust the devil
cause he will leave and throw you down in hell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Agustin Avatar
June 28, 2024 at 6:47 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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February 15, 2016 at 4:16 PM
john, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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July 4, 2013 at 10:58 AM
sad, and deep.......enjoyed............ LOVE* SKAT
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