The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*

Soft Or Hard Write

Do I need to drop another bar
I have perfected a limerick star
Hitting adding in story there
It's why I have become top tier
In the poems that I write
Hitting topics with some insight
To see what is what was and will become
Formal insight from everyone
I have met, real life experience take that
It's toll on me, now I share insightfully
Thoughts on the homelessness
How they have a bad drug itch
Caused by such abuse that stich
Into the fabrication of the matirx's glitch
That's only a part of it
Then we have how we look at each other
We won't even talk about my own blood brother
Or fuck it Let's go there
First hand life I don't care
Of that one and the karma he's got
It's the kind that can have one caught
Like he was, made the news disgraced buzz
Told not to share some story
Well that was then wish I was Dori
So and now I have let that shit go
He is already dead to me me bro
Doesn't seem to fit that space
I guess this poems stating my case
That I am free to write
About the shit that I can't fight
Tears, pain, love and heart
Every emotion from the start
Spwed from when I was young
Now only louder, through writing I won
Pained soul yet I continue
There's my bed, there's the tissue
Yet it's ok sometimes
It's not so hard on wasted rhymes
Pained others through these writes
But part of my own story
My own fight
Not with you
Or any others
Just have seen a different kind of blood brother
Left a taste so bitter unsweet
Why alot are homeless and on the street
Listen to those words carefully
If you don't understand, then stay away from me