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to a lost love in jail

Poetry By: Sarrowda1st
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To my bm in prision


Submitted:Mar 26, 2013    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


baby ..Cant leave you.. forget you .Not papas equal... u the prequil... to loves sekquil.. feel me though..threw every rise and fall. U my all.. cant..never.. ever let you go...wantin more ... my lady, damn baby..like ..no more... crazy ladys ...for..disbasterd baby, ..but lady..life crazy, livein shady.. screamin we'll make it baby, remember lady, lovin ,while we was strugglin, Soft touchin. Sweet lovin.. gettin stronger ...like feeln hungr. only funner, remember hunger. being lovers,curin wonder ....of,.. Family life.. insanty right,,wit no peers,.got real fears. no careers..but still we.holdin hands. in cursed lands..of miss.fortune. feelin torment. like ..one more bit,..could save us....no trust ...life tough. .and rough...wit bitchs,,, devil got are richs,,robbin snitchs, incresenin richs....Got evil snitchin, .chi livin...life in prison...caged visions ..from.hard livin...that gave us..da lord heyn us..angels cryn for us ... life lien to us.. like lions.. in the wild .. raw idels.....crazy rivals.... wanna die though.life made us cry ..though...from deep lessons..... askin for confesions. wit no disception..hard lessons...fuck blessins....Devil gettin lessons.from joes bad intentions ..askn.... questions.of my relavence....got the devils sence..Wit da abilty to stra8t shake you,wit...words, verbs. like herds.. entering your mind..seeing.reality of diss..casualtys..like my lady..a grime baby. Bustin crazy..no fear Lady ..real crazy..never fleein...police screamin..from bloody reasons..when we getin green ....like being..... posesid... kill the rest.. they gonna protest... dis half best.....holding ur chests..fallin To rest ...moanin at best..barely grown...dien alone..sleepin..wiht bibles......the lords rifles..time to go...bae crys though.from every rise and fall.lord siges..and awwwws..his..damn lies and all...sarrow crys and calls...from hard lives and all...in the game.. can't blame... none.. but our selves... losen wealth.lafin hell. Fuck it... o well...




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