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Mr. Jay Poem
A Nice Hot meal, A hotter shower.
Basketball games on 25 inch screens, eat a snack while I watch my favorite teams.
Scrape up cash to go on dates, Do dumb things when we travel out of state.
Drive cars or walk depends on you as long as you getting to yours and you.
Thankful for the chance of American living.
Where even in ghetto there is some good living, a chance no matter where you from. Homeless, hungry, it don't matter come.
Come join the race to pursuit your dreams, be someone big on TV screens.
Or live low-key in wood and things , where not a soul can hear a thing. A scream or treefall.
Point is I'm thankful for who I can be y'all and that is anything I feel. All I can be.
Cause I'm from the US of A the land of the free. For you, her, and me.
Copyright © Mr. Jay | Year Posted 2017
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Mr. Jay Poem
Man in Distress
Everything is coming together now I don't even ask for more.
That time of hard struggle is becoming a thing called before.
Eat great every night meat, starch, veggies, and dessert.
But with all this good fortune the man is still hurt.
On the outside it's smiles and good vibes when he around.
But little do they know he's bawling deep down.
And one thing can fix it guaranteed it is true.
It's not money, or cars, clothes or a shoe.
The vaccine is simple too good to be true but it's simple my lady my heart calls for you.
Copyright © Mr. Jay | Year Posted 2017
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