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Jose Betancourt Poem
Yeah throw signs
My signature my name
Thumb prints and a picture
Nothing to claim
Feeling sain for a lil bit
You feel the same money better then gutter change and gum you spit
Under achevied my life ended with guts and spleins Fein for me drastically incomplete
Life and death what we all seek
Take a peek I still haven't reached my peak
Still trying find light when it's a dark night
Outlined figures sneaky but don't wanna fight
Every sigh like stepn on a sticker
It a fling a flick that don't stick
Just a quick pic slang talk dope talk
Lol wink face gun shot
Doctor fix this
Sicko mode
Pm am lose mind
Gram 3.2 for sold
Got the hook cause g-code
Till you get your fix
So fresh like a alpine
Hanging from your mirror
Like a crusifix
I'm fine Superior
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Jose Betancourt Poem
Summer wearing a coat
Wearing across
coast to coast
Humble never boast
Double shot on a toast
Eat a slow cooked roast
Lil things what show
Beware a care
Wolfs howls affection
They in pairs
Attached to attention
Hungry for a ration
Fk im real you acting
and fake cast flexing
Leading a pack
Only fk with real from way back
Always up cant relax
Wrist froze with the Rolex
Purp poured screwed
On my Texas swang.
Money never rest
No bed, no stress
on my best with a chain
Gold finesse
Fit with game flex
My mind only pain
Smile on my face
When she gives brain
Nike checks
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Jose Betancourt Poem
Mind in a session
Life always testing
Choices have you stressin
Laying down seem like best option
But comes with depression
You feel oppressed
You wear a smile at its best
Walk talk and still feel laborious
A mask thats heavy you've had plenty of rest
Becomes to much you weary
Work becomes onerous
You forget who you are
You dread and try reach for a light in the dark
What started as bright sun like dims in afar vast emptiness, futility became a illness you know but refuse to except you hide but somehow the thought always ideate itself you know that you really don't know anything you just want the fracas in your mind to stop when will it stop your imprisoned in your own thoughts a torture that nobody can see or hear you fear speaking out cause society might cast you out and label you as mentally insane what options do you have people around you look at you and you wonder if they know what do they know more or less maybe it's just your low self-esteem but do you show it do they notice it even if you try your best to hide it can they look past the mask and see who you are or they also goin through it who knows can things change can my mind be considered sane...
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Jose Betancourt Poem
Remember all that time
I spent writing rhymes
Chasing a dream thats mine
Pulled over and fined
Cause the ride shine
The plan was simple
A straight line rimpled
Heart crippled
Some you cant fix with staples
I hate this i hate you
Fate up for debate
Love locked away
The crate says
Open on a sunny day
Maybe she understand me
Before i fade
My mind made
A choice all the same
Crime of pain end with my gun in your face
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Jose Betancourt Poem
Mind in a session
Life always testing
Choices have you stressin
Laying down seem like best option
But comes with depression
You feel oppressed
You wear a smile at its best
Walk talk and still feel laborious
A mask thats heavy you've had plenty of rest
Becomes to much you weary
Work becomes onerous
You forget who you are
You dread and try reach for a light in the dark
What started as bright sun like dims in afar vast emptiness, futility became a illness you know but refuse to except you hide but somehow the thought always ideate itself you know that you really don't know anything you just want the fracas in your mind to stop when will it stop your imprisoned in your own thoughts a torture that nobody can see or hear you fear speaking out cause society might cast you out and label you as mentally insane what options do you have people around you look at you and you wonder if they know what do they know more or less maybe it's just your low self-esteem but do you show it do they notice it even if you try your best to hide it can they look past the mask and see who you are or they also goin through it who knows can things change can my mind be considered sane...
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Jose Betancourt Poem
Searching for disaster
Spending more means money faster
So fake i know who cast ya
Seen more than you can imagine
Heard a beast
Eat more beats
Ive had my feed
All i hear is greed
Grass and sheep
Fast money and dope fiends
Strong no running in these veins
Kong they feeding the right main
Cane get me head
Brain thinking the best
Sometimes give me no rest
Staying up ing in a bed
Thats where i kill
Eyes shooting lazer red
Mechanical skill
Young but big build tho
Big S on my chest
Bad biych with double D (breast)
So i gave her the D
Trouble came after B
Talking mumble after me
Watch the butterfly float
I sting like bumblebee
Sleep, wind drift a tumbleweed
Best trees gas purple and green
Beats in a boat….
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