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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:13 pm
We never really try to compromise We never seem to realize that In between those two coke lines Is the blood of someone dieing Is the blood sweat tears and heart Of someone trying to come up With two guns up screaming Give me the money or see Whats up in heaven Wasnt a 12 gage it was 11 and a dead man shot And killed at exactly 7 All because we couldnt Compromise between Those two coke lines Taken in the nasal Traveled to the naval A women in Naples Over dosed and killed two So what tupac said was true Brenda had a baby but the lines Were more important so she kept Snortin up those coke lines and Now her and her baby are threw All of this nonfiction lifes a book But its true all because we couldnt Compromise a women and her unborn Dies and the family never realized the Untold lies behind brendas eyes until She dies and everyone crys all because We couldnt compromise and yet the Hardest thing to do is let go as we all Stand by watching lifes media show Its impossible to say goodbye asking Why oh why between those lines Now here lies the Catastrophy Drug dealer askin why are you mad at me You were her family and support were Were you putting all this blame on one Dude I mean honestly I know that it was Wrong of me but I gotta live to need money For cloths and shoes and food and water I cant think about her I got my own daughter Thats right Im a drug dealer last Im a born Father doing what i got to do to survive At least I got a sense of family so again Ask your self why are you mad at me The real tragedy is that yall werent There to stop her and save the baby Leaving you all with the dreaded maybe How you let her do suicide and wonder why She had no backing no structure and its Sad because she would have been a Wonderful mother I would know I knew her and ever freaking favor She needed Id do her but screw her My family comes first and its sad to see That in her life there was no type of Anatomy of family it had to be the fact That you never made time and listened To her voice she had sick rymes but She spent them on the corner and only Making dimes while mimes got more Just petting you on the shoulder I told her take your pistole out the holster And blast'em all away violence never the Answer so they say but ther say never Say never its so contridicting its like There is no winning only losing and Suffer she will be remebered just another Druggy a dead mother no sisters or brothers Were was the father and the mother no Other is responsable and maybe when she Asked questions you should have gave her A response thats all so dont look at me Look at ya selves theres the true tragedy All because we couldnt compromise Two familys broken up and gone A father in jail;A mother and child gone Family askin were did we go wrong All because we couldnt Compromise
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 11:26 pm
little sad one.. so ironic life.. but its cool way of writing. how did u come up with this? i got a lot to learn from u really.. u always do it best.. ^_^
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