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k1dafr1ka
| posted on 02-23-2001 @ 9:52 PM | |
Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70
| Prayer
I come to you hungry and tired
you give food and let me sleep
I come to you weak
you give strength and that's deep
you called me a sheep
and leed me to green pastures
only asking that I keep the focus
between the chaptures
You give me the word and only acts I interpet
And give me the eyes so I can recognize the serpent
You know I ain't perfect, but you'll like me to try
And just like the devil who wants me to lie
Till I die
Lord why is it that, that I go through so much pain
All I saw was black and all I felt was rain
I come to you because it's you that knows
To show me that everything is black
Because me eyes were closed
You give me the light and let me bask in your glory
So it was only right that when you ask for this story
I put together to do all dogs some good
All dogs being all the brothers and sisters in the hood
Plenty of times you sent help my way ?but I hit?
I remember once you held me close but I slip
There was something that I just had to see
That you wanted me to see so I can be what you wanted me to be
And I think I am seeing it but I don't feel the same
Matter of fact I know I have seen it I can feel the change
And it's strange almost got me beating down your door
But I have never known love like this before
It's a wonderful feeling to get away from the pain
And up under the ceiling I get away from the rain
And the strain that I feel when I'm here is gone
I know real so I wipe away the tears son
And I almost lost faith in you when you took my man Monty
Pass over chase a brother down
And I fear that what I saying won't be heard until I'm gone
But it's all good, Cause I didn't expect to live long
So if it takes for me to suffer for me brother to see the light
Give me pain till I die but please lord treat him right
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights
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King Shit
*board owner*
| posted on 02-23-2001 @ 10:01 PM | |
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01
| thanks bro, i'm touched
~Matt/Froy from Jersey
The Hell Hole
Official Protector of Gay Marco & SwampJunk...if he ever decides to post.
Also providing total immunity to Fayth |
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itsamiata
| posted on 01-25-2002 @ 4:01 AM | |
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01
| My oh my how things change.
Memories by Elvis Presley
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
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