Down to my last

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    Down to my last

     I was
    Down to my last
    Feelins last like a bad grade
    12 years old never told
    that I could bounce back

    standing on the notion
    I could follow pops down his tracks
    but lost my way in philly blunts and
    multiple chronic sacks

    can I trust myself to pimpin'?
    try my hand at the game
    chopped a couple thangs
    but realized it wasn’t my thang

    for each and every life lesson
    it's one told in reverse
    can I bless the microphone
    without havin to curse?

    if lovin the money
    proves me wrong then I don’t want to be right
    I told my heart jack daniels
    Cried alone at night

    I take for granted that the fact
    my wife is in the game with me
    I told the truth to the gods
    I aint know I had it in me.

    Probable cause to end a dynasty
    That never got started
    I swear to God
    It's my own people
    That’s the most cold hearted.

    Stop and see my man poke
    Cuzz whenever I pass
    Never again will I broke
    straight down to my last

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    cmlestrade commented on Down to my last

    07-23-2009

    Actually this looks a hell of a lot better than what I knew at ten. Must be the similar brick in the building. I would have felt like a princess living here.
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    cmlestrade commented on Down to my last

    07-23-2009

    Good good good as I use to say to my students. So real and heartfelt. It's the honesty that gives your poetry it's edge. By the way that picture reminds me of the Chicago I escaped when I was 10. I guess the world has a lot of those places.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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