THIS IZ HOW IT IZ

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2nd Entry /// freestyle verse, no particular format, structure or style...just written off the top and recorded to instrumental.

THIS IZ HOW IT IZ

This world is in trouble and I aint talkin bout the earth
Im talkin bout you and me and we and us and them and everybody Young and old whatever culture wherever in the world
Its not gettin any better not even a lil bit Man
I cant even watch the new more than that i dont want to
I can see how things are regressin by lookin around me 
Its sad man and its bad its how man has made it 
There programmin everybody they can to be anything
other than themselves pay attention this is how it is
This is just a glimpse of the corruption takin place within the system

This is a freestyle about the world so cold
   So many bodies down below

This is part one.

Whos to say I wont be shot
by the police today and
Whos to say my babys relative children wont be kidnapped pray
For these children in the street today bein influenced
By there parents neighbors children whos dumb enough
Not to be able to catch em or doesnt care there downloadin recipes
Off the internet for shrooms cannibus sativa crystal methamphedimens
Instructions on how to make bombs is it his fault lets take a walk
Journey with me to a darker side of things sirens ring shots fired
Everybody get down dudes goin out he just got hit she did too
Everbody run Jimmies got a gun

To what iz it that this world has come this world will come to an end
This is how it is read the book of genesis lies betrayel sacrifice murder
Cold blood till nothins left wash away a flood a city in ruin
      Its the same old story.

Gas prices on the rise mothers children baby daddy grandmothers cry
Why ask why sometimes I wish I could fix everything thats wrong but
I dont know where to begin I guess Id begin here we need to make a
Change I had a friend show me one day insanities doin the same thing Over and over again expectin somethin different to happen whats the Difference just the color of our skin unless you ask the government but Thats where a lot of the fault lies truth reality lies
The reality lies in the fact that we're under attack and have been since Like 1776 Independence who they tryin to kid nothins what it seems Serpents in my dreams serpents and their schemes gotchya under Control gotchya where they want ya its sickening their gonna have to kill Me and they will try except I will never die lives multiplied past future Present like the pheonix rise from the flame deep inside in my soul Deep inside my body deep inside my brain.


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jenifer commented on THIS IZ HOW IT IZ

06-16-2013

print is to small i can't read it

knight4696 commented on THIS IZ HOW IT IZ

12-28-2009

Darrel - Nice Work! Deep and thought provoking! I like your style!

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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