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Fear the Addiction

Weed is my name
Causing depression is my game
I can turn a super model into a whore
A millionaire poor
A classy lady trash
Now smoke me till I'm ash

I ruin your bank accounts
Break up perfect families / causing missery and pain
I don't really care about the hurt you go through
I'm just here to use you and mentally destroy you
You once were beautiful...liked for your looks
But your no longer welcome...your reminded of a dirty crook
I can turn an average teen...into a needy feind
A single mother...into a broken lover

Break me up and smoke me
Enhaul me and love me
Never put me down and i'll never let you down
I'm a silent killer
A silent addicter
I'm called different names because I bring certain pains and play vicious games
I attack your lungs...and you still don't learn none

I can have you thinking I'm here to help you
Make you feel a way...Cocain-Crystal Meth- and Heroin can't
Smoke me...i'll kill you
Roll me... then sale me
I'm here to destroy your dreams
I'm here to ruin your relationships
I am a crime and can help you become a prisinor in your own mind
I love the wormth of lips rapped around my tip
As you enhaul a deadly spell
I'm mentally unstable and physically unable to be seen as a bad thing
Mentally I make you crave
Physically I make you misbehave

Now take a HIT
And become an ADDICT

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I Present You

I am made of light
I am made of stars

I am made of confidence that flashs the word bazzare

I am hope that travels through me hard
And shivers every vein in me... While i deliever this poem
And I am made of atoms that till this day are still unknown

I am made of the instrumental beat of Eriqa Badu songs

I am made of bruised kiss's
And these lips push creative words with tense to the mic and ears

I made of gods tears and the devils fears
I am the finger tips that tap every piano key slowly
I am the oil that the brave soliders in Iraq fight for
And I am the diamonds that keep rich people wanting more

I am the knuckles that peirce happiness with aggretion
And i must be the Reper that punches determination till its undefined blue and purple
Sometimes i can be the core conret of the devils grounds
And other times I can be the blue mist that makes heaven such a bliss

I am the cross that jesus once rested on while hurtin
but then again i was always out spoken...
So I guess you can say I AM the verbal misuse in the media

I can feel the bass in your eyes and the reaction on your face is speaking loudly cause you 
expected me to say my poetry with a different flavor and taste

See I'm way to familiar with the word black but yet my words are that

I am the scares on my wrist that a razer has penetrated
I am the invisable spit that tumbles through the air as we conversated

I am the fresh sweeted lollipop that waters your mouth then the taste dropes...

I am the word unforgettable and I am the brutal defination of loveable
And my sound waves will stay in the air like the pullition of smoke 
And the manipulation of trust but I am not love I am just lust

And the crust on the molded bread that isn't feed to most peoples faces
I am the red fresh marks on your hands that you get from defending
And I am not perminate I am just a temporiate healing

I am the blind light from the sun shine and i classify you as mine
.... I am made of dark and I am made of cupids harp

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Touchable?

We as humans will long to reach into a burning fire
Only to pull out ash...but to our eyes it's a beatuiful diamond

So why as humans must we touch atoms, molecules, nuetrons, and protons to feel saticifed
When in reality the things that matter the most is what can't be felt or touched
Exactly like stardust

So What if confidence could be picked up and tangable like this key board that I type on now
What if destiny and fate could be grasped like the pen when gill scouts writes poetry then 
takes a bow 
What if the WORD OPPORTUNIY can be suductive and affective on my pretty brown skin like 
men
What if these words could be trapped like US soliders in Iraq attacking weapons
What if my mental state of mind could be looked at and noticed like time

And what if what i see and what matters the most to me
In my eyes didn't have to blind
See the material state of mind is what humans wish to behold
but what we don't know is papable ideas will always leave you in an confusion
And so i ask why can't the media put a different perception on the human illusion

My dopamine should be leveled and exsistant like faith not leveled by hate

see i can't feel god but i know that the man is important
see i can't see truth but i know that it matters
and i can't hold my mind but i know it's important
and i can't hold my soul but i know when it's hurting

and yes my words are disturbing
So why can't us humans live like stardust and seek reality
Why must we remain weak like this society

So i will ask again and please take time to comprehend my question and it might just change 
your perceptions


Why as humans must we touch atoms, molecules, nuetrons, and protons to feel saticifed
When in reality the things that matter the most is what can't be felt or touched
Exactly like stardust