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my book


MY BOOK

I try to be encouraged, 
and with courage,
I try to bust down these walls.
But since they’re so tall,
I might need dynamite.
With one man’s might,
And maybe a some faith, 
I’ll be able to push it over like Hercules the great. 
I ain’t no super hero,
Im just ya boy Twan. 
I got the will of a giant, 
A soul with some pride,
You can hate me or love me, you decide. 
I’m intelligent, 
Could be the president, 
But consequently I ain’t into politics.
But! I wish Obama wins!
We all committed the sin. 
That’s why gas prices are so high. 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
These clouds are my sky,
Slept on like pillows,
Walked on like water,
Flown through like tunnels.
Some earth just north of me dies of thirst,
Because it hardly rains.
My clouds don’t cry cause they cant feel pain.
That’s why we in drought,
That’s why it’s so dry,
My goddamn clouds,
Cant even really cry.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Life is better,
Now only getting well,
Wishing my weak pockets muscle up and just swell.
But dats just a hope, 
And I keep hope, 
Alive. 
I strive, 
to accomplish my ultimate goal.
Finish college with a bacholorete.
After passing this major test.
Work on my future.
And make a puncture,
A point, 
Roll a few joints, 
Drink a little tequila, 
Teach. 
Preach.
Save lifes. 
Make a defining sacrifice. 
Sleep well. 
Lose weight .
Take a vacation or a break. 
Get married.
Have child. 
And this time make it worth wild.
Be a student.
Make an indent. 
Leave an imprint.
Make a mark. 
Leave a mark.
Leave a scar. 
Maybe win a Oscar.
Talk to a fellow named Oscar.
And give that young man some help. 

Make a difference.
Continue to be different. 
BE myself. 
BE all I can BE until I DESCEASE.
I say these things cause I know how I feel.
It comes out of me so I know its real.
Some things you can’t reel. 
Some things are not real. 
Some things you can’t catch.
So I just let it go. 
…………………..
And try not to let it stress.
I’m finally relaxed.
Trying to be calm.
Making it easier.
Making it clearer.
Life is transparent when you take it easy and look.
Life will be much better when u live it like a book.

MY BOOK.

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