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How magical it is to feel such a sad emotion
I need ingredients to concoct a happiness potion
Yesterday was not promised
So today I refuse to think about tomorrow
You want something from me?
Borrow my sorrow
It's like the moon blocks the sun
Eclipsed by the cold
Like frozen water we can't run
But still they pick up a gun
Prayers won't work, no disrespect to a nun
Feel like a vampire
All I see is blood
Like the Devil rained on us his own version of the Great Flood
Who should mop and sweep the mess on our streets
Who pulls triggers more thugs or police
I respect the constitution
But despises murder, drug trade, prostitution
To the streets I used to make a large contribution
It comes full circle
The retribuition
We're like wolves, see a human, go into a rampage
Innocent people die from stray bullet's rage
After me you should follow
To Fenger High School where Derrion Albert was killed on camera in Chicago
Which is close to where I reside
Seeing him die hurt inside
Young people so animalistic
Now the city is mad we lost the bid for 2016 olympics
They worry about that more than hungry people
I've never felt so unequal
The last days are upon us
I can't believe God put this burden on us
But it's not his fault
Fate flipped on us
Did a somersault
What would you do rather spend your last dollar on
Food or your next high
One can help you live, one can help you die
This isn't about happiness
It's about sadness
Not about joy
It's about madness
It's so unfair
We're drenched in dispair
So badly stressed
I'm 18 with gray hair
This isn't about glory
It's about greed
I refuse to see another human bleed
People go insane
From fighting the pain
I'm wondering who controls this death game
Sometimes I feel doubt
Sometimes I want out
Cursed with a dry mouth
I wanna go into space and drift further south
Disgusted because the girl in California cornered by gang members who attacked
Lost lives are like lost time, we won't get it back
The aching in my head
Resents senseless bloodshed
Notice it's hard
To find room in the graveyard
So dark on Earth, lack of sunshine
"Let there be light"
Aren't those your words Lord Devine
I'm okay with some rain, too much shine isn't so pleasant
Too much sun and no rain forms a desert
Too much cold lands us in the ice age
So I warm the world with the words on this page
Yesterday was not promised
So today I refuse to think about tomorrow
Want something from me?
Borrow my sorrow
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Dear Lord
I think Heaven is a price I can't afford
If such a place did exist
I would've hesitated before I wrote this
Since a kid I was never really into religion
So many to choose from how do I make a final decision
I rely on my own intuition
To make sense of this world with near perfect precision
I was taught to never believe without proof
So I never took time to go to church and confess sins in the booth
Speaking of church I never attend
It's more devils than angels in there I can't pretend
I'm a certified believer
My mom was caged by drug demons
I know it was you that freed her
Please dont be mad it's just my generosity
Multiplied by my curiosity
I admit when you let Tashawn die I looked to the sky with animosity
We celebrate Jesus' B-day on Dec 25th
Mine on the 21st
The world will end on 12-21-2012
Now I feel the worst
Well that's what the Mayan civilization said
On my 22nd b-day the Earth shall be dead
Whether black or white
I can still worship you right
You will bless my curses with all your might
I can't help but feel some things about religion isn't true
Is it true what they say about Heaven and Hell
How a casket is for "Rebirth"
A coccoon
Or shell
I think when we die Heaven is having dreams
So why every night in my sleep I scream
Is hell having nightmares
Who does the Devil think he scares
Is it true when a person dies
A person is born
You bring babies to this world
But leave families torn
Who did you bring here to replace Tashawn
My Aunt Beverly
You think so cleverly
What about Allison's baby Aaliyah
Taneka's grandfather
Richard Jr should've been dead
Yes my father
When he had that stroke
He should not have lived to see 50
Why did you choke
How did this Earth get made
Was the 7 day Creation a must
Or luckily the planet formed from cosmos and stardust
If you're the God of this planet what about Mars, Pluto, Saturn
My head is lighting up like a Jack-o-Lantern
In one dream I had I died on a crucifix
Die for everybody's sins
The idea is ludicrous
What's the relevations
Of Revelations
My curiosity is typical
I wish I was mythical
Silly me
Like Moses I wish I could split the Red Sea
I wish we could talk
That's why I don't pray
You may be busy with someone else's prayers anyway
Take a minute to talk to me and I shall kiss your gown's hem
We can sit in the middle of Bethlehem
Curiosity is a price everyone can afford
Sincerly Richard J C Keen
To You Lord
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Sometimes I feel like i wanna die
I'm gettin tired of living and dats no lie
So go get a casket, some flowers, and a shovel
So I can go to hell and come face to face with the devil
I'm going to tell him he's a coward to his face
Then tell him move aside so I can take his place
And if he tries to swing, I'll break his window
Then send 64 at him like I'm playing Nintendo
Or better yet send me up to the skies
So I can see the Lord with my own eyes
See if angels really fly with wings
And if they do I'll get a pair of those things
Maybe I can see my firends John and Tashawn
Reminisce about playing football on the school lawn
And I'll go talk to my aunt Te-Te
To ask her where she put that Christmas CD
I'm no longer alive in body, I'm just a spirit
I'm calling peoples names but I doubt that they can hear it
I'm merely a body of air wandering the earth
I'll never have sex again, and I can't pretend that it don't hurt
They say money can't come with you when you die
I tried to bring it anyway but it wasn't worth the try
There isn't anything up there you can buy
There are no cars, no problem, I can just...glide
Or just fly so opposite of low
There is no better feeling than that you know
I notice that I never ever ever get sleepy
I can't get hurt, so you can't stab or shoot me
Blessed with the ability to walk through bodies
Went through a fat man and I saw beer and salami
Went through a girl who was pregnant with a baby
She had crack and coke in her system, shame on that lady
Then I see a boy who looks like my reflection
The only way to describe his look is perfection
Just before I can say "wait"
That is when I awake.......
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I admit these times around i feel highly abated.
I walk around school tired because i lose sleep and i hate it.
I roll onto my back every night losing hours n hours of sleep.
I promise my body i'll rest it, but dats a promise i dnt keep.
I try so hard all the time to stay calm,but I fell dangerously irritated.
I'm irritated get out of my face plz my space is getting invaded!
My will power is starting to fail, succumb,deplete, diminish.
I'm on a breath-taking journey to live my life, but i can't help feeling that I won't finish.
Being a man means admitting that you need help and u need it fast.
I'm feeling abated can't u see it's not long that I can even last.
Watching my friend die I felt so enraged I wish me and Him{Almighty} could fight.
I confided my father w/ this, he thought me wrong, I thought me right.
Do sins catch up 2 u to da point you applaud yourself every morning you awake?
Or am I coming to grips w/ my alter-ego that religion is fake?
Let's not get carried away before u say or do something you'll regret.
You think you feel abated, u only 17, u aint seen nothin yet.
It's all good, because I survive by keeping a higher hunger.
Like Kanye said: "What doesn't kill me can only make me stronger."
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As the first man alive to be king of a tropical rainforest
I can guarantee this reign will be far from the shortest
What I'm trying to say is my heart is the forest
The trees are the veins, the animals are the cells, the river is my blood, and my girl is
the tourist
When we are on good terms all the little birdies chirp
On the phone at night, I'm relaxed like a bear when he burps
Kissing slowly like a sloth when he shimmy across a tree
Sucking on her islands like pollen being sucked by a bee
Not all rainforests have life full of bliss
A bolt of lightning nearly hit the Tree of Heaven but it missed
Great
Now I see a stratus cloud coming, that's what I really hate
Now all of a sudden, birds quickly scatter away
Like feelings of my girl thinking go or stay
Floods drowning all life as the land animals die
It rains it pours like the tears falling free from my eyes
Trading saliva when we kiss wetter than a waterfall
Lions, tigers, kangaroos, giraffs, it is a free-for-all
I'm swinging on her heart, like a monkey swings on a tree, I pray we both don't fall
She bit me, now love is in my blood, like a mosquito carries malaria
The storm ends and the sky opens up from happiness because I can marry her
Down the aisle I will carry her
Like a cheetah carries her young
Not cold in the heart because here the snowfall never begun
Attack those hunters who dare carry a gun
Like haters because love...they don't get none
In the forest animals have fun
In a relationship couples become one
My heart is a tropical rainforest
Locked in her embrace, she's warmer than porridge
I got her now, I have it all, and my heart and feelings are no longer in storage
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I tried doing it positive
But it gets over-looked
Show everybody respect
Stay out of people's way
Earn everybody's trust
Sway away from the stereotypes
Keep it unique but authentic
But its like running on a treadmill
Giving all my energy but not making progress
So now the world left me no choice
I want success and I deserve it
I'm tired of being the Black Sheep
So I pledge to climb the ladder
"By any means necessary"
No more sympathy
No more depression
No more excuses
No more self-doubt
No more procrastination
No more talking, just action
My methods wouldn't work
I was too comfortable
So now I step out of my comfort zone
I'm on a mission
I now embark without looking back
Code of Silence will be exercised like never before
God, watch over me 24/7
If you get sleepy
Send some Angels to cover your post
Ready...Set...Go...!
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As I travel on the path to an unknown destination.......
I must conquer the process of never-ending education
Average math pupil but good with money multiplication
So I try hard to keep rigid concentration
Don't need drugs or liquor to grant my brain stimulation
The elevation
Of my irritation
Anger accumulation
If I fail a task I feel internal humiliation
So I'm up to my neck with worries about to die from self-strangulation
Self termination
My own extermination
Then next comes the inevitable inflammation
So I face Heaven's cremation
Now in Hell I witness my soul's incarceration and incineration
I seek some solitude, give me my space-indentaion
I'm confident a star without the constellation
Better yet I'm the Earth minus the rotation
Circle the 7 continents-circumnavigation
Rebuild my nation
Who am I kidding that's my imagination
An indication
Of dedication
Inspiration
Which mingles with frustration
Which is an expectation
Of this generation
But I am forever notorius I welcome seperation
Fighting two on one with anticipation and contemplation
Losing the battle my face scarred beyond mutilation
Something bad in my blood I feel the devestation
Of living with contamination bad sanitation
Takin no hesitation to carry out the investigation
Now its too late, notice the mutation
Now I take over the land-gentrification
Build a foundation
Living quarters get the best renovation
See my creation
The ultimate innovation
Shine so bright my life is your illumination
In my dreams my company names me president without the inaugeration
Good luck to my relations and affiliations
The eradication
Of my station
Completing installation and insulation
With collasal temptation
To put my feelins in isolation
My heart has no visitations
Readers form your own interpretations.......
Life is a simulation
With many manifestations
Still on a path to an unknown destination
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To be brutally honest it feels great to be employed
But it wears off quick and I start to feel annoyed
Manager abuses authority
Women work there as a majority
In fact it feels like a sorority
The cycles
The emotion
Cure the curse
Brew the potion
Can't a day at work be smooth as lotion
The guys would think it's great
No not at all
Workin with women make me exhausted to the point I just wanna fall
On the floor
Move no more
I want another job
I don't fit in this clothing store
Hours of moving boxes
Eyes red like foxes
Picking up hanger after hanger
Up up goes my anger
Fingers getting poked from sensoring clothes
I smell laziness under my nose
Back-and-forth I carry lay-a-ways
I shouldn't complain I get paid anyways
Watching the fitting room
Boring full of gloom
Vacuum the carpet last
Only an hour has pass
I can remember everything that just passed
I glare at the co-manager as I strode past
It's days I don't even get a break
I'm so mad my body is like a blender the way I shake
In a four hour shift how much did I make
Four multiplied by 8.25 an hour
I used to make more than that from mama when I cleaned the shower
This is the price I pay for an "honest hustle"
But the whole time, no girl moves a muscle
I haven't eaten in hours my stomach hurts as if I'm in labor
This job is killing me like slave labor
But it's minus the whips
This chump change will never get me the luxurious "whips"
This time the master is African American
Can she, yes she, make the girls work
Yes she can
But privately refuses
The overworking confuses
She's invading my work ethic
So intrusive
I can't get away from this slave ship
So not elusive
No benefits
No pay on holidays
I need a job but also my dignity
I'm leaving anyways
I've gained experience and it's plenty money out there
Never has so much sweat dripped from my hair
Never worked a morning
Man this job is boring
If I lay my head
I swear I'm snoring
I'm glad to be in college
Gaining knowledge
When I get my own business I'll do people a favor
By ridding the world of slave labor
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It's hard to breathe-poor respiration
Stomach hurt due to a combination
Of starvation and constipation
I feel like bad inflation
I need deflation
Get me a doctor to perform the operation
To make it in this world its mad desperation
I refuse to make adaptation to nonsense and instigation
I'm so sweaty more wet than condensation
Precipitation
Evaporation
Body so glossy it's like anatomy lamination
So I dry off like fabrication
I wish I was make-believe like animation
My own choice my own obligation
First start with an observation
Then evaluation
A problem in the atmoshere? Bad radiation
In 360 circulation
Earth's manipulation
Creates a bad situation
For the population
To feel a bad sensation
Like planet domination
Due to poor human reputation
The ultimate retaliation
Is Revelation
...As the #1 selection
Regardless of complexion
Object of every girl's affection
Lookin for the best connection
As a correction
From going in the wrong to right direction
It's like an infection
I want success so bad I get an erection...
In addition
To my subscription
To a perscription
To my addiction
Of the worst possible condition
Avoid the infliction
And affliction
Of pain of a titanic description
So I jail my anger with no jurisdiction
But I still face conviction
For kickin the automobile of anarchy into ignition
Can it lead me to a contradiction
Or a mental restriction
While I sleep I have recognition
I'm not the disease but the cure or is that a premonition
Or Gods intuition...
This is literal
Critical
And pitiful...
Beware we are almost at the completion
Of Earth's depletion
It's no secretion...
Could it be distinction
Or extinction...
From gov't corruption
To volcanic eruption
We are the production
Too late for interruption...
Any confession
Any suggestion
If you want to end the world here's the succession...
In conclusion
This is purely retribution
For distribution
Of pollution
No illusion
No confusion
No dillusion
Just an intrusion
Erase the constitution...
There's no prevention
Of the redemption...
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-Sentimentality can blind a man to the truth.Those who appear the most trustworthy deserve
the most suspicion. So check on those we trust (Trust But Check).
The people closest to us cause the most pain
When emotions are dry they expose us to more rain
They say trust is a virtue
On our mind from dawn to dusk like a child's curfew
When I sit and think about trusting another girl
My mother
A friend
My brother
I change my mind
Brush trust to the side
I'll never forget how much I trusted her and got cheated on
When I was little trusted my mother and got beated on
Trusted my dad but got badly neglected
Thought me and him were homies but got badly disrespected
All grown up now and nobody can get close
I feel I trust myself the most
For others I possess no feelings
Like a ghost
Catch them in their lies pure intuition
The ones most trustworthy get the most suspicion
Traitors can't get an ounce of trust out of me
Thank God I study psychology
I can't help it, they all screw up
Knocked down the ranks soon after they move up
I offer my experiences to all who read this
No one can be trusted, please believe this
Check on those we trust
Verification is a must
Be watchful and vigilant of people who label you with lust
Women don't set youself up to get laid or played
Men don't allow yourself to sprayed or played
Trust doesn't exist anymore at least in this generation
Looking for love in all places
Such desperation
Spot them before they spot you
Identify the clue
If you can trust them then fine
This is just my opinion
My view
As you have just read, I have a serious trust issue. People only use you for an ulterior
motive they secretly conceal. I know, I know, everybody must face the fact they will be
used. Then again, what about the method of OVERUSING people. Humans in all shapes,
sizes, genders or colors can be so deceiving. I sound bitter, I know that already, but come
on even family can't be trusted. This is just my opinion and cry out to any one to just check
on the people that lust for your confidence. Just cause they appear trustworthy doesn't mean
a thing...
They say without trust, a relationship won't last. They are right. For strange reason however,
I can't seem to trust family, a stranger, a friend, boy or girl. Scary? You tell me. But...What if
I can't trust myself...?
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