Too each his own

Too each his own

A Poem by B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)

As Visions of death is whispered when vindication encircle the nation through vilified breath as the lost Angel has now left.
Through a thuggish life wishing lives of who survives or dies poetic lies yet poetically under the guise.

When memories heed not remorse but only too plot my chorus and blood to bleed with mind on course as the black Glock is kept cocked back too execute the block with force. As a compliant thug dreamed within an immortal tyrant forever deemed to begin as gleaned I'm selected as perfected.

As flesh hidden Demons are within ever demeaning the youthful meaning forever as never ending when befriending the sins through demonic prayer this player begins. Living life in the moment to lead through giving a promise they all need.

As all big dreams become from the sum of small the melodies to sing no remorse will only bring death through the rhythm that's ever imprisoned through thoughts than into the hands who plots.

Forever following the dead-end streets where there I ly by the ways who deems dreams into daydreams dreamed too die. As death is cheap in a world to awake from a deep sleep with only salvation to keep.

As thuggish night rhymes conform to ignight violent crimes yet in depth of mind it's you're death not mine. To give life to a few and take others from others but how true are you through philosophical colors.

Through few poetic tales white Compton prevails where all ambitions are visions that fail within the city of Hell forever cursed as we walk lost ly through each birth given costly.

Being faithful to the words in a book take a look who got you shook God or the Devil who are ever collecting when selecting the several. Faithful to no man mortal or immortal through the hourglass of sifting sand.

Seeing the living Hell is the given sacrament here we mortals now dwell. How the winds of time are divine as every moment calculated becomes the last thoughts of me as shots slowly spit through the plots is a revenge you will never forget.

Through designed birth I knew how to seduce earth. As men are fed the knowledge of fate cred destined through thus life as Hell bred in the streets I'm but found dead.

© 2024 B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)


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Added on April 10, 2024
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B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)
B. Lee Leger (Thug-Angel)

moncton, new brunswick, Canada



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