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Rose Above The Flames


for I rose above the flame out holding my own in the rap game spreading my dreams to take flight further upon the inner city dropping beats with my magic wand can't we all get along was the song I used to be a memory within the next century nothing phony just keeping it clean bust a move you show improve you have to be in a very good mood nothing is sweating in blown up perfection leaves you secong guessing got pioneers bars drinking chapagne and licking the caviar in charge got to get ready as i'm driving in my Chevy feeling nothing heavy folks got there own thing feeling the swing ain't nothing mean a damn thing rap isn't for losers the wanna be chosers with the Bruce Jenner juicers its a falacy to take things from me although some folks may disagree getting caught up in the melody too late to be a felony arm me with harmony got bars that cook got rhymes that flow bust up the beat to increase its tempo telling you which way you should go to get the good blow why don't you know such as Felix and Oscar was there anyoe hotter the pair deserved each other so why do you even bother my brother Stevie Wonder when he's going under no one is perfect so get off your high hat don't even know how to react preachers need to start off as teachers so they can stay close to the meter when the ball drop at times square do you even know in what to wear the radio was playing my favorite song so can't we all get along there needs to be great unity stored up inside of you & me not some fantasy that turns into reality its not the real thing queen we need to stand strong holding our own with are hand on the phone voices, choices and promises walk with me talk with me in my reality words can't express what i must confess as much of life is but a mess caught up in a twist sorry that I missed my chance to tell you the truth as I was tied up in knots when there's a dozen of pots in my sink can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought some times its hard you see to make a bit of sense of what's inside of me what is one willing to achieve while their coming apart at the seams there is a lay a way when folks make my day giving me time to pray outdoor parties with cheers drinking lots of beers with many tears makes you think a lot when your boggying down to your socks need to stand firm as one soul soars the other will soon burn best you wait your turn cause life is full of lies it will take you by surprise
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Mario Vitale has written well over 1,000 poems toward his platform in creative writing. His main ambition is to receive a poetry contract. He looks up to present poets John Ashbery & Major Jackson for their contribution to the arts. Vitale studied theatre at Central Connecticut State university in New Britain, Ct. Presently you will see Vitale's poems on the world wide web such sites as Wrterscafe, Neopoet, Starlitecafe, Poetrysoup & Allpoetry.com He appears in anthology's, magazine articles and editor choice award for poetry. Facebook has been an outlet for Mario Vitale in connecting to family & friends.

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