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[sid] => 144967
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[aid] => mick
[title] => If i were ta die.
[time] => 2008-09-06 09:02:14
[hometext] => FROM DA HART (written as if spoken)
[bodytext] => IF I WER TO DIE TUMARA WUD U NOE HOW MUCH I LOVE U, WUD U GIVA *****, WUD U SHEDA TEAR, WUD U BLEED DA TEARS I BLED GROWIN UP TRYNA GROW RYT GETIN NOKT DOWN BY LYF, BLOWS TO MA TEMPLE NOK ME DOWN AN OUT LYTS, SWITCH OFF REACH FREW MA SOUL FOR ANUVA BREF, AYNT ENUFF STRT TA FADE C YA FACE IT GIVS ME LYF AN LYK VOLTS IN MA HART I GET SPRAKT, STAN UP PUL DA ***** OUT MA ARMS DEN I DREEM OF UR FACE WEN I LIE DER WATCHIN DA STARS FINKIN OFF U RESIN UR SWEET EYES WISHIN WIV ALLA ME U HAVIN SWEET DREEMS.. C, I DUN WAN U TO FEEL A INCH OF DA ***** I FELT, SEE DA ***** I SEEN.. HOLD U HIGH CORWN JEWLS WIV MA QUEEN.. COZ IM DA KING, BUT SUMTYMZ I CANT BREAV WEN U TKE MA HART OUT AN CRUSH IT SO SLOW.. SUMTYMZ I SIT AN WISH DAT WE NEVA MET DEN I SEE UR FACE AN I MEMBA Y WE WENT FREW ALLA DAT... IF DER WASA GOD I ASK Y HE DUN DIS TO ME, I GAVE ALL I CUD WERNT NUF.. WAS IT TO SHOW ME I AYNT NO SUPAMAN OR DA 1 I FINK TO BE, U SEE ME DOE.. SOULJAHZ DIE WUNCE BUT WEN U KIL ME I COM BAKTA LYF JUS SO U CAN DO IT AGAIN. IF I WERNT TO WAKE UP TO SEE DA DAI LYT WUD U FEEL WOT I FELT AN NOE DA DEPTHS OF A REAL SOULJAH... C IF I AYNT DA 1 DEN HE BETA DAN ME, DEN I AYNT WOT I FINK I AM AN DAS WOT IT IS. BUT NO MORE GETIN BLUNED AN FEELIN DED WIVOUT UR WORDS IN MA HED IN MA HEART EYS FIL WIV TEARS MA WEAKNES MA POISON MA DRUG, *****T ME UP BUT STIL I STAN WISHIN FOR U TO LIVE AN C ALL I NEVA SAW. HOPE UR BABY GURL AS BEAUTIFUL AS U R AN HOPE UR BABY BOY AS STRONG AS U R AN HOPE U SMILE ERYTYM U C A STAR.. COZ IL BE DER WATCHIN OVA U.
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If i were ta die.
Contributed by
soulz
on
Saturday, 6th September 2008 @ 09:02:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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IF I WER TO DIE TUMARA WUD U NOE HOW MUCH I LOVE U, WUD U GIVA *****, WUD U SHEDA TEAR, WUD U BLEED DA TEARS I BLED GROWIN UP TRYNA GROW RYT GETIN NOKT DOWN BY LYF, BLOWS TO MA TEMPLE NOK ME DOWN AN OUT LYTS, SWITCH OFF REACH FREW MA SOUL FOR ANUVA BREF, AYNT ENUFF STRT TA FADE C YA FACE IT GIVS ME LYF AN LYK VOLTS IN MA HART I GET SPRAKT, STAN UP PUL DA ***** OUT MA ARMS DEN I DREEM OF UR FACE WEN I LIE DER WATCHIN DA STARS FINKIN OFF U RESIN UR SWEET EYES WISHIN WIV ALLA ME U HAVIN SWEET DREEMS.. C, I DUN WAN U TO FEEL A INCH OF DA ***** I FELT, SEE DA ***** I SEEN.. HOLD U HIGH CORWN JEWLS WIV MA QUEEN.. COZ IM DA KING, BUT SUMTYMZ I CANT BREAV WEN U TKE MA HART OUT AN CRUSH IT SO SLOW.. SUMTYMZ I SIT AN WISH DAT WE NEVA MET DEN I SEE UR FACE AN I MEMBA Y WE WENT FREW ALLA DAT... IF DER WASA GOD I ASK Y HE DUN DIS TO ME, I GAVE ALL I CUD WERNT NUF.. WAS IT TO SHOW ME I AYNT NO SUPAMAN OR DA 1 I FINK TO BE, U SEE ME DOE.. SOULJAHZ DIE WUNCE BUT WEN U KIL ME I COM BAKTA LYF JUS SO U CAN DO IT AGAIN. IF I WERNT TO WAKE UP TO SEE DA DAI LYT WUD U FEEL WOT I FELT AN NOE DA DEPTHS OF A REAL SOULJAH... C IF I AYNT DA 1 DEN HE BETA DAN ME, DEN I AYNT WOT I FINK I AM AN DAS WOT IT IS. BUT NO MORE GETIN BLUNED AN FEELIN DED WIVOUT UR WORDS IN MA HED IN MA HEART EYS FIL WIV TEARS MA WEAKNES MA POISON MA DRUG, *****T ME UP BUT STIL I STAN WISHIN FOR U TO LIVE AN C ALL I NEVA SAW. HOPE UR BABY GURL AS BEAUTIFUL AS U R AN HOPE UR BABY BOY AS STRONG AS U R AN HOPE U SMILE ERYTYM U C A STAR.. COZ IL BE DER WATCHIN OVA U.
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Re: If i were ta die.
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by wizard on
Saturday, 6th September 2008 @ 10:03:30 AM AEST
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| ummm....what?? |
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Re: If i were ta die.
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th September 2008 @ 03:40:24 PM AEST
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If this display is satirical then it does miss more marks but hits a few.
But if not.....
How about speaking this instead of writing this. You know how words are written as spoken by actually spelling them correctly!
Either this is average satire or it's complete garbage you decide!
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Re: If i were ta die.
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by soulz on
Sunday, 7th September 2008 @ 06:07:52 AM AEST
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| south london street slang.. poetry is the expression of oneself.. through reading a certain piece you are able to view and see a side of a differant culture/background from which the poet whom has written it comes from.. if you view this in a closed-minded manner then your bound to think this is garbage.. open your eyes my friend.. ez 1 luv. |
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Re: If i were ta die.
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 7th September 2008 @ 09:00:39 AM AEST
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Well thank you Langston Hughes. South London skreet shlang ow nawt this is horrific.
Closed minded....no this is not closed minded.
Again first of all this is not written as spoken because you wrote words incorrectly that still (here it comes.....) SOUNDS LIKE THEY DO WHEN THEY ARE SPELLED CORRECTLY!!!
example: u and you sound exactly the same super monkey!
wer and were sound exactly the same Count Ziggy Starpaste!
Right, rite, and ryt sound exactly the same Creepy Majestic Lego Lunchbox Kid!
Here's a suggestion if this is an expression of who you are you must be a highly dishoveled human being that leaves glowing space dung in the kamode. Simply because you failed to express yourself in connection with anybody. Poetry is indeed and expression of oneself but if nobody else can relate it falls flat and therefore should be kept in your super anti tonic purple cream of wheat minty fresh notebook for nobody else to read.
Don't ever lecture me or anyone else one what poetry is. Based on this it would be like a tobacco executive telling a scientist how to cure cancer. You are not a poet if this is your poetry. This is not poetry this is a dung cluster of wrinkle cream to stop the aging process of uranus.
again stil and still sound the same
I've never heard someone reply to an individual who said "Peace be Still" ask how he was spelling his speech!
So now that you've opened your door let's pretend that this dung-a-long was actually spelled correctly. Let's pretend that your attempt to express your arsenal the wrong places (or arse in all the wrong places) worked. The poem is completely inferior to a buck toothed ten year old reciting Hop On Pop! There is no emotion in this. It's bland. It's pointless. It's lack lustre. Hey, it's basically a few plies away from having the honor to wipe Jack The Jack Ass and his friend Jack's Donkey.
PUKEYFACE or Pew Key Faise!
SCM or ess see im
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