My space

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    My space

    I speak for myself/ witout a shout of a doubt/ it bout time to speak to da world/ so u need to hear me out/ i been quiet for to long/ while these women trash about us men/ but its time to break it down/ an start all over again/ i got a feeling that mouths need to be shut/ because its time to tak a look/ the world is reversing/ an all that is now will turn to kaput/ womans mouths are running wild/ talking harder then us men/ nothing wrong with being strong/ but god damn lets make amend/ saying no good guys left/ but da good guys are in yo face/ da guys wit da big rims tvs an dope boy money/ have more space in yo hearts place/ fullfillment is null an void/ because emotions have all vanished/ im gone tell u bout us good men/ cause we all come from another planet/ Fuck rims we come proper/ we realize theres more to life/ things we do like them is a lil more subtle cause we keep it tight/ we dont degrate/ bitches an hoes we no ever say/ but we are victims because our hearts we give to you all/jus to get played/ hoping all we do will payoff someday/ but once again nice guys finish last in this time an day/ so we stray to ourselves waiting for da day/ like light skinned brothas we somewhat outta style/ but da charge is guilty 10 to life without probation/ because our track record is real mild/ thats why ladies turn to babies mama's/ boys to baby daddies/ childrens minds to a pool of hate/ a boy gurll relationship/ to a guy guy/ gurl gurl/ same sex relationships mate/ wow we have to always cleen up the place/ being we like that cheap but dependable luggage being in back of yo closet for whateva sake/ this is how i feel as i take a lil break/ im dat dude da good listener/ im dat call me when u down/ im dat make u smile instantly/ im dat guy u call brotha/ im dat one who knows yo mama/ im dat good guy/ who hate da drama/ so i speak to all da good guys when i say this/ let them run till they legs tired/ let them cry tears for no reason/ let them see theres more to life then treasure/ let them play wit the fire an get burned/ til they know betta/ then once they done wit the games/ we look them in the face an we say/ its been a long time coming/ but i aint got no room for u in MY SPACE

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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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