Long Only the good die young Poems

To each of us
Whose origins are from the dust,
An allotment of TIME is freely given
For us to love, to care, and to share.

We know neither quantity nor quality.
TIME has been defined as a period during
Which...

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Though (supposedly) only
     the good die young, urn holding
     cremated ashes a mere cup
full, every last man standing falls,
     cuz nobody else
 ...

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Intro:
April 2013

Verse 1:
Enter bus make we go period of JAMB
Me nor dey shake cas na my third
E be like chance to take blast
No be mouth guy man dey jack
When dem boys dey flex Christmas
Momsi go...

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I see you, more than you understand
Your heart, your soul, its like the perfect book

Your heart it beats and yet you do not live
Why do you resign yourself to such a fate,
A fate, an attempt...

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I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you 
I see your (one for the ghetto) true colors shinning through (straight up) I see your true...

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break the game
In this circle 
The circle of our  civilisation now
Lie our stolen freedom 
yes it right if you know it right 
So simple yet complicated 
This answers to our freedom 
Free is free...

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Saturday flings
Sensorial pleasures;
Refreshing rain

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A gift of somnolence
Moments on a breeze;
Drowsy airy feel

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Beyond these silk curtains
An uncertain world;
Looking not seeing

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Daughter's simple hair braids
Charming sight to see;
Wavy murmurings

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Stroll by this old shop
Ancient owner smiles;
Dialect greeting nods

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Faces in...

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the soft breeze of a newborn tree,
blowing softly in the spring,
so young and impressionable,
and easily swayed.
singing a song so simple soon to be changed,
flowers around and good in its heart,
thinking in only the present and...

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Drunk and hung over
I began making this awkward ride
I began to make conversation and joke
About how drunk I was the past night 

But a smile was not present
Nor a little grin on that side
I suddenly...

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It’s been 3 long years now since you had to go
But I know you can hear me when I say my love for you is timeless and this I think 
you know
And when the good...

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Dear Dale, so loved were you
that even now, thirty-nine years later,
you live inside the dreams
of your siblings. I suppose this to be true
since I, at least, have had you in my dreams.

Dear Dale, you came...

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December Twenty Seventh 
Of Two thousand and Nine
Is the night I lost my brother
A Best friend of mine

The night two paths were chosen
One for him and one for I
A night I'll never forget
The night he...

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the good die young
Jonny was a good man
he was a man of his words
who sacrificed all he got
for the sake of his people
he never lived a life of lies
so truthful to his community
he offer help...

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The hood die young.. Written May 
2008 When two young men from 
my city, Montreal got their lives 
taken away within days of 
eachother& too soon. Gone but 
never forgotten RIP RAMBO & 
NETSA !...

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When we were young
there was never a song that hadn't been sung.
Living in the free world
all the boys and girls
in our little town
without a sound.

The walls are talking
telling us to be free
you and me.
Up and...

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Broken Back

They use words like
Cold
And 
Crossing
Sighs
To describe something romanticised
 
Obscured verbs
In which to hide
To hide
Romanticised
The suffering
Without a name

It asks you not to worry
A vacant voice
Verbalised
Tears
She cried
Lies

Nomenclature of disheartening
Hope
Borrowed between shadows
Between hearts
Flowers
And chocolates

At peace
At last
Unburdened
Released
Love
Child

Romanticised
To a...

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Future becomes the present
The present becomes the past
Last shall finish first 
First shall finish last
To satisfy our hunger for vanity
We eat the grapes of wrath
Good things happen for bad reasons
Tell me who do you believe...

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do you feel like a thug
don't you know the good die young
got your cap cocked to the side like you the only one
that lives in this village where they be toating guns
furious to believe that...

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Lessons of love that hurts to know.
"If you love someone you'll let them go."
Let them go so they can follow their dreams,
Let them go before your love rips from the seams.

Lessons of dreams that may...

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Death just seems to surround us. They say it comes in threes. A close friend just had a 
death, and then another came along for another friend. Why is it the good die young? That...

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Why?! Sometimes I ask why. I mean why?
Does the good die young, I mean why? 
Does the world make it so hard for single mothers to feed their kids but have enough
money for inmates, I...

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yes indeed life is not fair
why would the end be any different

we lose the people we love most
it breaks our heart and
shatters it in a million pieces
oh what a void it leaves
only the good die...

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Moisture found a passage way into my eyes,
And engendered tear drops when from a web site
Called 'Classmates' came a greeting from a fellow high
School student who became the wife of a treasured friend.

She greeted me...

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There are some things I have come to believe.
First, there was Adam; then there was Eve.

But unlike Eve, I am not being deceived.
Sometimes the good die young and never receive.

Unfairness exists and persists, though ill-conceived.
Sometimes...

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