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Life as HE knew it


Look at him.
Ballin’ hard in the street but falling hard in school.
Knockin’ girls up left and right without a care in the world.
Pimpin’ saggin’, thuggin’, swaggin’,
All these words describe him and how he’s acting.
Mother too ashamed to think about him, but loves him too much to forget him.
Father was a deadbeat, but deep inside he’s full of tears and grief.
Tippin’ strippers in clubs and hitting sheets with freaks.
Every time he came around, police was on his heels like a new pair of sneaks.
So now he’s got baby mama drama and 12 on his case.
Mean mugs and finger twitchin’ when he steps to your face.
Baby mamas getting mad, cause child support was due.
Fed up with his excuses, they decided to sue.

He didn’t care.

But what he didn’t know was that the lavish life he had,
would be split up amongst his offspring who once called him “dad”.
Skip ahead a few years later, he’s on the corner, a beggar.
Wearing a hat back, no snap back,
Gotta carry his home in a trash bag.
Now he’s lying, cheating, thieving, and stealing
Just so he can tell himself at night he’s “making a living”.
“Please GOD give me one more chance!” he cries every day,
because he feels he’s being punished for his past ways.
The more he wanted to change his ways, and fix his mistakes,
The more problems seemed to come at him face to face.
Took drastic measures, one day, & tried to run away,
But a bullet took his life & he died where he lay.
Steps took in the dark,
Led him closer to glory.
An infamous legacy left him
with an untold story.
His steps took out of reality.
Led him to fatality.

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Mortalbanks
Yes I like this Regrets has its own way of reminiscing well with time wasted And when all is done,its dawns on us how much time we left with,we show wit but then it all slips

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