Jimmy Dale
We Are Born
Mar 23, 2008
we're born to live,
we're born to die,
we're born to laugh,
we're born to cry,
we're born to love,
we're born to hate,
we're born for destiny
and we're born for fate,
we're born with choices
we're born to make.
we're born with challenges
we're sworn to take,
we're born to learn
and we're born for mistakes,
we're born wit rules that
we're sworn to break,
We are born to do all of
these things but most of all,
we're born to dream.
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Poetic Justice
Mar 23, 2008
Im at a lyrical stand still, between a line, a life, and whats real. These motha fuckas today dont know tha meanin of real and still wanna claim that they tru to tha game, tru to this life, but on tha inside theres embarrassment and shame.Scared to go out, scared to get wet cause they scared of tha reign, but wanna talk shit like their hearts filled wit pain. Wanna lay blame cause they cant recognize tha face starin back in tha mirror. Tha fear of whats to come in tha near future will soon catch up to tha brutal image they continue to ignore and get floored by tha ones they fucked in tha past. Like shattered glass, its gon be hard to piece their life back. Playin mind games tryin to intimidate, u hesitate, no more participatin and no negotiatin, but wait, this is just an awakenin. A reckonin, now thats whats real. Weapons of mass destruction, gun residue, and blood stains from tha kill. Tha thrill of stealin some ones dignity cause pussies have no pride, feelin tha need to take some ones life and why. If they deserved it, why not. This is tru life, tha street life, like it or not it is what it is. U either live or let die. Me, I paid tha price and stay committed. Some just aint fitted for this.
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Thug Poetry
Mar 22, 2008
TELL ME WHAT U THINK:
Whats this life worth when ya stuck in tha game ignorin tha fact that its filled wit pain an everyday struggle to keep ya name alive gettin high contemplatin on ways to survive. This is tha life inside a criminal mind doin time inside our hearts. Its hard to find peace when ya livin in tha dark. We been doin it for years sheddin tears for those whos no longer here. So let my lyrics be clear frustation is hell sellin drugs wit thoughts of livin well. Failin to succeed legally every week is a stressful scenery constantly schemin to get tha greenary. Desperate measures is our only misery challengin life thru artilary. Takin action thru military tactics just a bunch of heartless bastards clutchin these automatics. Trapped in tha static and undergoin tha mathematics servin these crack addicts hopin to rise above all this madness. A better way is all we askin as we suffer thru these tragic memories. These agonizin injuries got us rushin to bust at our enemies. Its too much to tote and so it is wrote
chorus:
Thug poetry is tha life and times of a heartlles society. From tha hood to tha note book a special delivery.
This is thug poetry feel tha pain and misery.
Thug poetry its all but a memory.
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What I Do
Mar 22, 2008
I feel as though I look
and look as though I feel .
I write what I feel and
feel what I write .
I write as I do , not so much
as do what I write .
I do what I like and
like what I do .
I do what I do , do what I
got to do and this shit
here is what I do .
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