The Gun is Lying On The Table Thinking About My Life It Was Unstable
Flashbacks Running Through My Head So Fast Like Lead..
Childhood Memories Playing In the Dirt
Didnt Matter If We Got Dirty But We Still Got Hurt
Now Things Changed So Fast Like Rain The Pain inside Is Taking me For A Ride
Showing Me Life And Death The Pain Inside Is Telling Me To Give Up
But I Rather Stand Up But The Pain Is Stronger Here I Thought I Was Gonna Shoot
It Was A Blank Now Its True..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way you rhyme in this poem. The poem is very interesting and appealing. I was easily plugged into it.