Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Why do I keep writinig poems on the bus?

Who am I?

I am a man I stand tall above you all,
I run with a plan,
I aim to hit my mark shoot to kill,
Eyes zeroed in from the start.
Face of stone cold as ice,
enraged by your audacity I'm ready to fight.
Remain calm play it smart stay engaged make em pay,
Hit em where it hurts.
Kick him in the gut slap her in the face.

Hard case soft shell I transform
I'm mean but I choose to be nice to 'em.
Emotionally sensitive
Supress my feelings can't let em get the best,
uncage the animal let loose, 'n we all know the rest.

My face is ever changing who knows the real me?
I wake up different everyday,
Lord tell me who I'm supposed to be!

Noble smart funny cool clutch Im hung clean handsome efficient,
different,
bad Im evil slow clumsy white lies late resistant don't listen...



I go happy go lucky go hard or go home,
Real Talk, either love me or leave me alone.

Who I am.

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