Unspoken Words of Life
phases pass the day when i was young
i was happy and hate was a feeling unborn
colors where just colors
fight where with pillows
people had cuddies
drugs were things to stay health
cigs were candy sticcs
problems were with parent
death was playin dead
life was full of joy
as i grow older the hate ignites
colors are your gang claim
fight are with guns and knifes
people have stds
drugs are things that get you wealth
cigs are cancer sticcs
problems are with the police
death is ur homie getting killed
life is full of pain
Copyright © Daylan Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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