Jose' Taylor

Rookie - 0 Points (March 25,1992 / Gary, IN)

The Real Deal - Poem by Jose' Taylor

I'M THE REAL DEAL,
SO WHAT DO YOU EXPECT, ME TO STEAL.
I'M THE REAL DEAL,
WHEN I DIE, YOU'LL PUT MONEY IN MY WILL.
I'M THE REAL DEAL,
DON'T HATE ON THIS POEM,
BECAUSE MY WORDS ARE SO ILL.
SO YOU JUST SIT BACK,
LISTEN AND CHILL AS I HIT YOU WITH THE REAL DEAL.
SO LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS MESSED UP WORLD.
THE WORLD WE LIVE IN IS IN DANGER,
BECAUSE WE ALL LIVE WITH IS FULL OF ANGER.
LITTLE KIDS BEING KIDNAPPED BY STRANGERS,
A LITTLE GIRL HAS BEEN ON THE MILK CARTON FOR MONTHS.
I WONDER WHO REALLY CARES ENOUGH TO LOOK FOR HER.
THEN PARENTS GIVE THEIR KID WHO IS IN THE FIRST GRADE,
DRUGS FOR SCHOOL.
LIKE REALLY, WHO GIVES THEIR KID DRUGS TO TAKE TO SCHOOL.
I HOPE THEY DON'T EVER HAVE KIDS AGAIN,
BECAUSE THAT'S JUST NOT COOL.
JOSE A. TAYLOR


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 1, 2014


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