[-Ski-]

this is a russle simmions type poem ( a poem about truth and has a type of rapish tune ) but it is poetry

this is also a personal fear of mine laugh if youwant

such hate in diz rhymes i wants to go back in time to where da rymes i here neva made me fear to step on my porch or to walk in da street neva fearin to be shot o f my feet from some weed smokin fool who thought that it would be kool to shoot a friend to his knees but instead of him it was me and i cursed his name as i began to bleed

Im starin at da sky hearin da sirins ring as i lay in a pool of a red type thing. My head starts to lighten and I begen to see how a bullit wit someones name hapen to hit me and now i believe its da music we here and da music we fear that devistates me