why06 (01-16-2010)
This my rap/Poem or whatever you wanna call it. Anyway you can hate i really dont care so here it goes
As the day fades to black
As I feel the need to be
As I carry more on my back
As I feel the need to be more than me
The ones I loved gone
The things I need
It finnaly starts to dawn
I need to be more then me
You always turn away
When I start to say
Why I feel this way
As my rap sprays and sprays
Youve got a new man
So why did you even care
As I have always given you a hand
It doesnt seem fair
You left me in the rain
As you ran with blood
As my gushing wounds felt the pain
I got up only to fall into the mud
You left me with scars
You left me with only the ghost
As you left and I ran after your car
You left me and I followed you coast to coast
So you coudnt care more
As you left a knife in my chest
As I hit the floor
I cared for you the best
Revenge is full of hate
Yours was worse
Leaving me to my fate
Carrying me away in a hearse
So I ask why
What did I do
To be so high
For being a fool?
I was a fool
For trusting for you
Last edited by coledes1996; 01-15-2010 at 12:11 AM.
why06 (01-16-2010)
Well it was good man =)
nice work agreed The only person you can trust is yourself!
thanks guys
So beutiful, i cried
awesome man, just awesome
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nice poem. Might wanna get some band-aids... =/
"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities. It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals. It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement. We pay for a single fighter plane with a half million bushels of wheat. We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people. This is, I repeat, the best way of life to be found on the road the world has been taking. This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron."- Dwight D. Eisenhower
I loved it.