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[aid] => mick
[title] => I'M BLESSED
[time] => 2005-03-10 20:04:09
[hometext] => I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO THOSE WHO WANTED THE BEST FOR ME , AND DIED BEFORE THEIR PRIME. IF IT WASNT FOR YA'LL , I WOULDNT OF EVER LEFT THE HOOD. ENOUGH SAID, PLEASE COMMENT AFTERWORDS.
[bodytext] => ITS AMAZING HOW I MADE IT OUT THE HOOD I'M BLESSED TO BE HERE CAUSE IF I WASNT I'D BE BACK IN THE HOOD UP TO NO GOOD MY HOMIE USE TO ROLL BLUNTS OUT ON THE PORCH ITS BEEN EIGHT YEARS SINCE HIS DEATH I KNOW YOUR IN HEAVEN SO I TOOK YOUR FIRE TO LIGHT MY TORCH MY NEIGHBOR USE TO GET DRUNK AND PREACH ABOUT HOW I NEEDED TO CHANGE MY LIFE HE NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO FINISH RAISING HIS KIDS HE WAS FOUND DEAD THE KILLER WAS HIS WIFE MY HOMIES GIRLFRIEND ALWAYS USE TO SAY WE BETTER PLAN FOR THE FUTURE IF WE DIDNT WANT TO END UP DEAD SOMEONE DID A DRIVE BY ON HER HOUSE SHE LIVED BUT HER BABY WAS DEAD NEW YEARS EVE I WAS WITH MY BOY LIL' TURF THE NEXT DAY HIS MOM CALLED ME SHE SAID HE KILLED HIMSELF AND THAT HE LEFT A LETTER OF HURT DEATH WAS CHASING ME IT WAS TOO OBVIOUS NOT TO SEE I HAD TO BREAK AWAY FROM THE HOOD AND GIVE MYSELF A CHANCE TO BE FREE NOW I ATTEND COLLEGE AND I FINALLY HAVE MY HEAD ON STRAIGHT ITS FUNNY HOW PEOPLE STILL WANT ME TO FAIL BUT THATS JUST ANOTHER DEFINATION OF HATE THERE IS NO DOUBT THAT I WONT WASTE ANYMORE OF MY TIME CAUSE I WILL FOREVER KEEP IN MY MIND THAT......... I'M BLESSED [comments] => 5 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 55 [informant] => THUGGIN4REAL [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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