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Dreaming of a life of fame,
Money and the power from the rap game,
Not so much 4 money but 2 make sum change,
I cant make change but i can give a vision,
And my vision cant be silenced wheater killed or imprisoned.
My dream 2 be looked up 2,
4 what i am and 4 what i do.
See i wanna ride 4 the good and help those in need,
So that instead of u i wil bleed,
I want no single mothers, no kids loosing brothers,
I want finally 4 people 2 accept one another,
No more judgement, or 4 it 2 be aimed at me,
I would risk being blind so that yall can see.
This is my dream 2 have fame and fortune,
4 no more poverty, pain or torture,
No more judgement 4 neither gender or race,
and those with bad lives 2 put a smile on there face,
If i can do that then i wil hav achieved my dream,
My work will be done and i can be free.
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PLAY RAY CHARLES
As I sit in the memory of you
how cruel people can be
and the things they will do
Sat in silence as I got the news
Of how your life was stolen away from you
Tears flow out my eyes
At the sound of hearing you die
It breaks my heart
Tears me up inside
To know that we have been torn apart
To know that I can't see you any more
To call you on the phone and tell
you my secrets
but your life and you friendship I will always adore
knowing that your now in a better place
and one day I'll see your face
but for right now I will just sit and remember
All the good times we had together...
I know that your gone but just know that you're never forgotten
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A teardrop fell upon the rose
That she held close to her breast.
In sympathy, the petals closed,
As she saw her love at rest.
The rose it seemed to feel her pain
As one by one her petals fell
And upon the stem of thorns,
Now fell the pouring rain.
Bending down, she picked the petals
And to herself, she drew them near;
She saw, in the rose, her broken heart
And on the petal, her fallen tear.
Between the pages of a book,
She placed the petals tenderly
And the rose, it shed a tear,
As if it cried in sympathy.
The words, on the pages read,
Forever, my love, remember me
And when you see a rose of red,
Remember, love, to remember me.
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What Is LOVE?
love what is that
i've been looking here
looking there ive been looking everywhere
i've been looking in all the wrong places
when I finally thought I found it
it stabbed me in the back
and now I realize love is blind
it once took over my mind
but I made it through
no thanks to you
LOVE what is that again?
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Tears upon a broken sword
Wandering
around, my brain is fried
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