damion willis Poems

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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