I got something to finish its called a poetic bloodline
It was meant for me to speak to keep crowds off they 
Feet while they waitin’ for the next line in my poetic
        
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        Back in the past I thougth  these streets was for me
but these streets is mean now I have no choice but
to go back to my dream that’s to be a writer of poetry 
or lyrics cause when I was on the street I didn’t fear it
        
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        Being in a gang pays 
A rear end whoopin’ lays 
Carryin’ heat that sprays 
That won’t hesitate to have you layin’ on the pave
        
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        it’s the first word that comes to mine
now that I put the past behind 
it’s up to me to make the good or bad decision
it ends up in math term like division
        
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        Question: a wise man what is life? 
Wise man: elaborate on it
Question: were we put here to die? 
When we sad do tears suppose to dropp down our eyes?
        
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        A shorty what it is? 
cause im tired of playin games 
I aint creepin you kno why? 
cause you my boo  my only my main
        
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        I want change I mean we want change
like a car merging in another lane without skin jumpin' off the frame where minds are tamed    and    souls are lifted like cranes 
and all colors stand tall like gray dames 
with only knowlegde entering the brain
        
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                    Poetic Bloodline
                    
                    I got something to finish its called a poetic bloodline
It was meant for me to speak to keep crowds off they 
Feet while they waitin’ for the next line in my poetic 
Bloodline 
I realize poetry was for me when everybody wanted
To freestyle against me but that wasn’t the end I got in
The mirror and practice and practice that bored so I stopped
 And looked in the mirror and saw a light in my pupil that 
Let me know I was my own pupil 
At the same time I had people pat me on the back and tell me
To give my career up but when I’m on stage it’s nothing I fear
The same people you can call them haters same kind you can 
Smile at and let em know you’ll see them later cause you will 
This time they pattin’ you on the back tryna be yo friend cause 
You got that paper 
All that don’t matter to me I rather sit and let my mind free with
Poetry to continue this poetic bloodline I wish I had a cigar with 
Some poetry dro to inhale and exhale knowledge and spit the
Truth which some refuse to acknowledge
I still got haters and they mind I don’t make it they hoppin’
I’ma take a break on this poetic bloodline while I’m hot and smokin’
                

 
                     
                
i like some of your poems