you ain't one of us.*still not done*

you ain't one of us.*still not done*

A Poem by Trip
"

haaa f**k the f****t.

"

its your boy trip man you ready? lets get em joke. you know we still smokin that good old green man. They can't f**k with us. Lets show them.

 

Still D U B n***a, s**t aint changed. but you n***a? you just wanna of those fellow mistakes.

ain't a joke n***a i'll put a*s down faster then you can say choke n***a. yea b***h you aint one of us, you just another snitch in history that just went down. y

 alright alright now

 

rolling blunts

smoking trees

provoving you to agree to smoke

younglin's chockin off just one toke

you smokin my s**t like its free money

but oh well you see i'm so high

i be chillin with the easter bunny

alright now

PUFF PUFF

ALRIGHT NOW PASS THAT

NOW THINK BACK

TO WHEN WE HAD THAT

GOOD TIMES

GOOD GUYS

NOW WITHOUT THAT

nothing to look at

just another person

thats hid under the mat

and you, just another house rat.

not another good time for us.

your no longer a good guy.

your the guy that the cats hiss at.

making me stress

now i'm going to stop stressin

cause theres no reason to stress

over a fake f**k thats lost my trust.

or the fact that your heads to far up in the clouds

your minds to crowded to realise

your to far up your own a*s.

okay now f**k plus the you

i'mma throw my middle finger up.

b***h

F**k you.

 p***y a*s b***h that can't stand to stand on your own

you can't lead you always gotta follow

now you gonna

follow your fellow f****t down the yellow brick road

doesnt matter where its going to go,

i'll f*****g promise to show,

put your a*s down,
without loosing around

you a fake f**k

I f*****g know talking to you was a god damn mistake

now take a step back

look at your life

before you mistake your flash back of us

its to late.

your already 6 ft deep underneath your own fate.

 

ahhh b***h

 

Still D U B n***a, s**t aint changed. but you n***a? you just wanna of those fellow F**s.

ain't a joke n***a i'll put a*s down faster then you can say choke n***a. yea b***h you aint one of us, you just another snitch in history that just went down. go get on your page, then get the f**k down. page to the books of the stupidest f*g around. man n***a f**k you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Trip


Author's Note

Trip
ignore the grammer problems, just let me knoww what ya think :]

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Okay ur mad..I get it..but thats all I got. How did you get to this point? How did it taste? How did you see it? You, not anyone else. What did it smell like? When you sat alone afterwards were u truly happy to be rid of him? Did he have anything to offer you good or bad? He must have had a good point to make your acqauintance in the first place. Betrayal, Okay we all got that. What are you gonna do about it? You told us what he can do. We don't care about him.. We care about you.
I think you got it.......now write it the f**k down. lol

Posted 16 Years Ago


Once again, you've wowed me.

I'm guessing that one of your friends betrayed you in some sort.
I know the feeling.

great start. keep it going.

Posted 16 Years Ago


ha!
gets silly
i must say i really do like it-- then it gets a little angsty...nothing wrong with that i guess.
though it isn't finished, maybe it'll come more together for me when it is.
not bad i tell ya

Posted 16 Years Ago


So much anger in this poem. We all been down there before.. It was a good write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


That takes me back a bit. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Trip
Trip

Pville, VA



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Names Justin, or Jay, or Trip. Whatever you feel like calling me. I was born and raised in Va. Never really lived any where else besides where i live now. I love to write. mostly about romance because.. more..

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