Blog PostsFriends | BlogCOLORSBLIND, BLANK, COLORS I BE DWELLING, SEEING STARS ALL IN RAINBOW, COLORS ODDLIKE A RAINSNOW, SKY IS BLUE LIKE A REALLY FRESH GLASS OF WATA, RED AS A IN BLOOOD FALLING FRUM THE ARM, NEVER STOP , JUST GO'S CRAZY LIKE A SPINMILL, BUT HIGH AS A PLANE PASSING BY, IN THE DARK CAN BE BLINDED OR LOST, BUT IN THE DAY A SAFE PLACE OF PEACE AND FREEDOM, EYES ARE WHITE LIKE A GOOD GLASS OF MILK, GREEN TREES SHINING AND FALLING WITH LEAVES, WHO EVER THO THAT LIFE IS SO NATURAL, THATS THE WAY IT IS WHEN U SEE DIFFRENT TYPES OF COLORS............STAYING INTRESTED THE STREETSTHE STREETS IS HARD TO BEEN IN, STAY STRONG THEN CAN RISE ON, MESS WITH THE DRUGSGET NIGHTMARES FRUM DAY TO NIGHT, CREEPS COME OUT AT NIGHT, BUT HUNTERS WILL COME IN PACKS, BLUE, RED, MORE PROBLEMS MUST COME AT A RISE BUT NEVER FAILS THEN U SEE DUDES GOING TO JAIL, TICK TOCK GUN SHOT EVERY CORNER OF THE BLOCK, PEOPLE CRYING, SHOCK FACES, DRAMA JUST COMES EVERY STEP OF THE LIFE, GOTTA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT REASONS....BUT AT THE END CHOOOSE RIGHT FRUM WRONG, AND THATS HOW THE STREETS ARE DAY AND NIGHT......NEVER STOPS. A CHOICE OF WORDS (POEM)DOING THE RIGHT, CAN CAUSE ALOT OF DAMAGE ON THE FLIPSIDE, ON THE OTHERSIDE CAN BE ASUCESS WAY OF LIFE, MAKE THINGS RIGHT, WILL GIVE U THE STEP TO RISE TO THE TOP, BUT ON THE WRONG? WILL FALL, BACKING DOWN MAYBE A PRICE TO PAY, BUT MOVING FORWARD IS THE PATH TO GREAT, WATCH WAT U SAY, MAY BE A LAST DAY TO SAY HEY, RUNNING INTO A BAD CROWD, CAN BE A JACKED UP DAY OR A FIGHT YOU MUST TAKE, TAKING a RISK IS A DEATH OR LIFE SITUATION, BUT TOUGHING UP THE WRONG, WOULD BE A WASTE OF LIFE IF YOU DROP MAKING THE RIGHT MOVE, SHOULD'NT HAVE NO PROBLEMS WITH A GOOD CHOICE OF WORDS THE WOLF IN MEBLACK DARK COAT I CAREY INSIDE OF ME KEEPS THE BLOOD FLOWING, EYES DARK AS NIGHT,TEETH IS LIGHT BROWN, AND A BLACK SHINY NOSE, AS IN THE NIGHT CANT SEE ME, TO DARK TO SEE, MESS AROUND, SAY GOOD BYE, CAUSE I MAY GET YA OR BE PASSING BY AS FAST AS I BE, SEE ME UP ON THE HILL HOWLING AT THE MOON, AS OTHERS WOULD DO THE SAME IF THEY WERE ME, FAST AS A HORSE, STRONG AS A SOILD WOOD, HEAVY AS A TON OF MELONS I SNEEK QUIETLY AS A CAT WALKING SLOW, BUT THE FUR GROWS QUICK WHEN IM ANGRY, BUT AS A ANIMAL OF THE NIGHT.......MORE RANDOM AS U THINK...... |