Doing What Poem by phillip dalsing
Doing What
Doing what is my question
Is it bad or is it good
Life is plain in my nieghborhood
What do I do that is so wrong
I don't always run back to my bong
Those times are gone
Gone like my youth
I gave that up to that gray jump suit
I want to live long enough to have some kids
Who knows When death will come
Death is surtain Rebirth is not
Will I cry when my mom is gone
Yes I will I love you mom
My smiles come and go
Like the winter lays a fresh powder of snow
Time for me is getting old
What is meant for me
Is it a coffin
Maybe it's life for internity
Na its mt life tell I die
Doing what is my question
Its a burden for me
I love I hate
In just one single day
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5/5/2024 7:32:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
well baby boy you are very good at this i always told you when youuse to flow with your homies you have talent i knew you could do anything you wanted to do as long as you put your mind and i pray you gave up that gray suit because you have a lot to offer to someone or to alot of kids and people even if you could change 1 persons life out of 1000 a leasty you changed one persons by them reading your life in a poem i love you baby boy