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Key of Life

Not knowing what way to turn.
What to do!
Confused?
Wondering what the day will bring.
Uncertain how you will feel.
Torn between this life and the next.
Life as we know it seems so hard.
The thought of deaths seems so sweet,
all your worries simply GONE...
Than you realize the key,
The key to life is to... FIGHT!
Never stop fighting, never to give up or give in. Keep the good fight going.
Embrace you destiny and win that good fight!
For you are the key,
you have always been.

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Funny Text Rap

(chorus)
So Im just sitting in this rehab class
trying to get myself unhooked on ass
so then my teacher asked me a question
like boy are you over there sexting
ha ha OMG LOL KIT Smiley faces X and Os LMFAO

my girl went through my cell phone
i said my girl went through my cell phone
So Im getting treated for my sex addiction
in my private clinic and I need you to be sensitive about my condition
cos Im in it to win it and I really dont want to further disappoint my fans
and my teachers a cougar so I wish shed lend a helping hand
damn, calm down, BBC TXT MSG
after class come with me and can I get a little bit of TLC
she replied what the f-ck
FYI youre gonna flunk
SMH its such a shame
you aint learned a damn thing

chorus

So Im sitting in the crib just chillin and Im minding my business
got a text with a tongue out from a number I didnt recognize
I replied who is this
quick back got a hit back
said this is Stacy and Ive been missing you
had to change my number so I went and got a new phone and new tattoo
a what, a new tattoo wow,
oh yeah, hurry click
can you send a nasty pic
so I can see right where it is
and I promise I wont show my friends (yeah right)
she replied, well ok BTW by the way
SMH its such a shame that you aint learned a damn thing

chorus

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My Cats Death

Filled with no more than a breath of warm fresh air,
 exhausted, he dies
His last breath, heavy and sullen, 
pours out from between his cherry pink lips
Flowing down the sides of his, light blue blush cheeks,
 constantly licking its way down
From there it flows about the floor in desperate need of human muzzle
Dragging itself from here to there and spreading itself out thin
When it came upon a sleeping cat, 
with no remorse of stinking foul, crept inside its nose
The cat wakes, places several masks upon its face,
 then blows it right back out
The breath, lighter now, 
finds hope in only death and dies
The cat perplexed can only sigh.

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Life Without Dignity

Nothing can make up for the hurt you get
When you're humiliated or in debt.
It certainly stirs a sour feeling of bitterness and regret
When realizing that trusting people is never a safe bet.
But the solution is not being indignant or upset.
\Don't let people injure your vanity.
Or accept their deceit and abuse with alacrity.
What's life without dignity?
It's just a poor, useless soil
That crops nothing however hard you toil.
\Don't let despair overwhelm your soul
And lead you to strange impressions.
Your spirit yearns for freedom not control.
So there is no need for concessions.
Just keep dignity as your lifelong goal.

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You Are Not My Life

The life I'm living is really tragic,
I'm just glad I didn't get hit by static.
As these words pass through my mind,
to these funny verses is what you'll find.
Days past, and i still feel like this,
and what you see, is what this is.
As your words seem to attack,
I know now what matters most is how i act.
See how you push us farther apart,
now I'm cursed with this versing art.
It's like you don't trust me anymore,
I did most things right, but what for?
I know you'll never believe me,
you just need to look deep inside and see.
So why am I writing this down today?
Maybe I want to take this pain away.
I know your going to read this,
you might yell, and ask what this is.
But I can't keep it in,
It's better than us screamin'.
I just wanted to let you know,
that I want to leave, and you should let me go.
As I sit in class today,
questioning myself, is there another way.
There's so many things going through my head,
I just want to erase it all, and go to bed.
Soon I'll make my life great,
make all the mistakes straight.
I always ask myself, how?
Looking back and thinking wow!
You always glare at me,
trying to see what I'll be.
All I ever wanted to be was you,
but all you ever gave me were open wounds.
I want to know so tell me,
what you always wanted me to be.
'Cause you think you know it all,
but if I take your advice, just don't let me fall.
As this cursed poem goes on,
I wonder what went wrong.
This time I'll make you see,
what I want you to let me be.
As time passes by,
I still wonder why?
I just wanted to let you know,
before I let all of this go.
       That you are not my life

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Love of Berries

I want to run wild through that berry field
behind the brick house my father bought
when I was seven and skinny and still
a natural blond with naive, blue eyes.
I might even wear a white, linen dress
and satin gloves like I wore the last time
I saw it on Easter Sunday when I was nine.
It would be just past dusk, 
and the snuffed-out sun would veil
my pale skin and shade the tip
of my bridgeless, up-turned nose.
Feverishly, my white gloved hands 
would ravage the bushes, ripping
at bloated berries until 
my wrists were smeared with blood-black juice. 
I would shove a fistful in my mouth, 
sour drool staining my thin lips blue,
much bluer than my stale, gray eyes,
and I'd lick berries from my dripping skin
until my father called me home.

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A Promise a Quot

i'll always love you 
i'll always be hear for you
i wont go anywhere no matter what happens 
my love will reach you and protect you

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Drown You With Mediocrity

Ten feet tall shadows
Dump cigarettes from their eyes, smoke pouring out their pupils
Spew alcohol from their mouths, dirty teeth cleaned white by whiskey, vodka, and rum
Soiled again by vomit, and the filth they spread
These monsters of beings live on concrete sidewalk squares
They are stitched to couches, and glued to T.V's
Hammers for hands to smash through dreams
Left like glass in the middle of the street
A trap set to cut deep into our heels
With blood left to pool from our dirty feet, to slow our progress
From the shadows
Where the streetlights don't rain light on our corners, their tentacles of ignorance will 
bind your ankles
It will pull you into the dark, into their lives filled with white noise, and static ringing in 
their ears
Into their houses with T.V's in every room, cold and void
it will pull you into the big smiles in pictures, a moment of fake happiness for everyone 
to see.
They will pull you into their little, perfect broken households
And they will drown you with mediocrity.

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To Grandma Who Is Heaven Now

I remember,all the advice you gave me.
I remember,all the times you were there for me.
I remember,all the words that you said.
I remember,all the good times we had.
I remember,all the things you taught me.
How to be strong,how to stand on my own two feet.
I remember everything,and i will remember it always.
Even though your gone,you will never really be gone.
For you live on in me,in my memories.
So today i won't say good-bye to you.
For you will never really be gone.
You will always be here,with me,in my memories.

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Not Good Enough?

What am I, not good enough,
doing all this terrible stuff.
You put me down to much, I always ask why,
It's like I hit the floor, and then I cry.
So should I pick myself up again,
trying to erase all of these sins.
You always push me away,
but what if I want it my way.



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