Category : Poems

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Lying from the family seems to be a problem 
not just from you but all 'em 
people say things they think wanna hear 
but change to another gear 
when talking to someone else, cause the fear 
I'm bomb ready to denotate
 that just negates what you just said to me
 then you pray on your knees 
"get this boy some help" welp I guess gonna get some oh wait I try everyday but things just attach along time things just go on inside the mind while I'm talking I cry inside for things that are not even my fault but I deal the guilt by default and just trying to stay happy is struggle even when bitches come up and cuddle my mind is unsettled just grabbing problems like it's mine stealing like the ancestors I never had or know but that's new to you that all white people aren't related because some people fuck their sisters or cousins like it's cool and new to hate on the people that mind their own business racism spreading like a sickness but I have a hit list that bothers me and other people you meet or see and just hoping that we agree on something with substance like drugs are a powerful substance that can make you underachieve and stay there call it a sub stance. Talk how love and promise makes things a problem because things change over time but people treat that as a crime like mental health changes making or breaking some cages just need one thing to send you under or shine bright like the middle of summer.