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[aid] => mick
[title] => BrainStorm
[time] => 2005-02-23 00:34:03
[hometext] => THIS IS POVERTY POETRY...CHEK IT OUT
[bodytext] => Velvet garments, gun holster under armpits Italians,Blacks,Latinos,and Islamics Breastfed with Henny, our fathers was convicts Sold garbage, gave our souls to the harlots Helicopters and choppers hover above us Face the jury and the judges with foul grudges No one to love us, the streets kidnapped our mothers They cried liquor, caught in the hood gettin' smothered With no guidance, we grew without fathers Stuck them coke spots, the little 'shakahalas'(?) From Kufis to bandanas, spreaded like Kansas studied the Black Panthers, tryin' to find answers Willin' to take whatever life wouldn't hand us Move in packs, hustlin' crack under cameras They learned to hate us, cuz they could never understand us Against All Odds, God, tell me what the plan is!!! Me and my wife made vows for life, never divorcin' Half plastic and half porcelain, for them snakes Who'd rather see me in a coffin, have my seeds Cryin' over me in dead corpses This is 2005, came too far to take losses From the crack game to the rap game endorsements No middle man, dealing strictly with bosses I can't stop till I'm in the drop cockpit Success and death, and death is not a option We mashed to this, and now we got it locked in The new millennium two-thou, this world is too foul Criticize your past, not what you do now Prepare for these modern-day Hitlers Judge me, walk in my shoes and catch blisters I fought drug addictions, shed blood in prisons Survived in hard-times, impossible missions We fought our way through this rap game, when no one would listen Now we on top, where rocks and jewels glisten Concentrated on, the one they hated on Reincarnated in greater form, it's on!!! Can't please the world till you leave this world Sometimes I wish I never put seeds in my girl 'Cuz women got two faces, one in the bedroom The other one, lyin' in court givin' you cases The system, in your pockets, cuttin' you short Takin' niggaz to court, for child support What about all the times that I gave you my last? Was our love just a thing of the past? I gotta ask, Tell me, should I cry or laugh? Do I run from my enemies or stand and blast? Do the knowledge to the words that I write in this song Young thug and you won't go wrong, just hold on.. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 39 [informant] => compton-tre-block [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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