She look too good for me, maybe she too hood for me, maybe she too thug for me, all I ever wanted, was for her too show too much love to me, And to never judge my perception, Maybe she a blessing, maybe she a lesson, who knows, maybe the God or goddess does, I see myself as better than I was, Better than I use to be, life looking more beautifully, This ain't how I use to see, but, now I perceive better, so I lead better, I achieve Through what I been through, in this life so sinful, many mistakes in the past I made, I could have been in my grave, maybe it was a phase, I had to turn the page, As a child 12 years old I blew yellow haze, Now I just Blow up like a bomb when I take the stage I make waves
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Life's Vent
Poetrythis is a real life poem I was inspired to write to release old pent up thoughts Hope ya like it
