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A Poem by Trip

Runnin down the block, got my gloc strapped to me. got the mind of a man with a mission in my hand. tick took goes the clock, boom boom goes the round and the cop hits the ground, aint s**t but a flesh wound, let the hounds loose. sprintin a life line hit the mounds accusing me of a crime that hasnt even went donwn. corrna and lime. this ain't no f****n chill time. blazin the bricks that lay at my feet. like a criminal tryin ta get away from a crime he can't defeat. i met creeper, m**********r couldn't creep past the deep end, lost his left hand with the plan to do his right hand man in. twisted fate, not enough time to think. i'm about to meet my superhero fate. no other days in front, no other dates, tonights the night that i'm bringin this s**t down. no more f*****g turn arounds no more turns for you to turn me down. i'm gonna ruin your face like you ruined my life. yea f**k you and your mother too. this ain't no joke, i fucked her and your sister too, left your sister with a little reward tatto on her left b**b. boo hoo b***h your bounded to bounce back eventually after tonights done she'll be able to see right, sooo fucked up she couldnt even stand right.  now stop listen. i'm back in this fight and i'm gonna hit the game in the dome and make the white lights blank really bright. s**t s not done until i say done, and i cite " did you really lose your life last night?"      haha F**k you, just in spite i'll take a bite of your right's and spit em back at you. Damn right i'm a critic despite all the facts, you still can't spit it.     so when i say i'm sayin it, tonight's to the night for every other night for the rest of your life    your gonna wake up strage freight, cause in every nightmare you gonna see me pulling you down 6 feet deeper then your own belife in life.

 

© 2008 Trip


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Added on December 9, 2008
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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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A Poem by Trip