James Craig Poems

I lie here in my bed with nothing else to keep me sane
My tears flow down my jaw, with each dropp I feel more pain
All alone always and it finally has broken me down
I can’t even scream but I cry in my pillow so loud yet not making a sound
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I am an African American, and this is my opinion,
I am sick of fake artist and their following minions,
It makes me sick to my stomach and does my mind no good,
How is it every black rapper is always from the hood,
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It's wasted
It's used
It's taken
It's renewed
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