((Rythem & Poetry)) --Not Titled--

A Poem by Chris S.

I'd give my life if that proved
how in-love I am with you.
Everyday thinking about mistakes and what my
Life has came to.
But after all this rambling and thinking
I really must say,
Regret meeting you..
That will never be a day.

And yea, some will say boy you must be whipped.
Some will say when comes to love
That I don't know s**t
But honestly, to believe that somethings off in your head.
But you must be the man f*****g anything with some legs.
Or the guy who spits lies
Just to get a feel of her thighs.
Brake hearts for v cards
And f**k it up for the good guys.
Man that's s**t so typical
The youth is f****d now.
Wanna know where they got it? Turn on the radio,
And you'll find out.

Rappers putting fantasies
And beliefs into these kids heads.
But that's blood on there hands when them kids end up dead.
Because they followed you, and you chose to lead em wrong.
All because you wanted to seem tough
with some lyrics in a song.
rapping about how you f*****g b*****s and how you ride with a clip,
and when you in the struggle move your attention to bricks.
But keep f*****g with it and pressing your luck,
You gonna get caught slipping and forget how to duck,
and none of them boys gonna be riding when that a*s get stuck,
so just put it down little homie
Before your times up.