Category : Poems

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WHEN YOUR HITMAN LOOKED ME DEAD IN MY EYES;

IT WASN'T THAT HE COULDN'T 
THE GUILT WAS ALL ON HIS FACE 
AND  HE KNEW THAT HE SHOULDN'T 
GOD STEPPED IN MY PLACE

AT 1ST LOOK HIS HEAD WENT DOWN
THE ANGEL HELD THE SWORD
AND HE TURNED AROUND
IT WAS EASY BUT HARD

HOW HATE CAN BE DRIVEN 
FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY
KEEPS THE PRIDEFUL STEALING
LIKE BEES TO HONEY

THE MORE YOU GIVE
THE MORE THEY TAKE
TRYING TO CONTROL HOW WE LIVE
AND THE LOVES FAKE

AIN'T NO LOVE IN IT
WHEN IT'S FOR PERSONAL GAIN
THAT'S WHY I KEEP WINNING
AFTER GROWING FROM THE DIRT ON MY NAME👀