My Pain
When it come to my pain
it should be my middle name
almost summertime
im still walkin through the rain
50 cal for a brain 
a swisher for my heart
if i wasnt hi all da time
I’d blow my brains apart
the life that i lead
gettin hi off weed
nothin pumpin through my veins
cause my heart doesnt bleed
Where do i go? 
can only go up
If i were any low 
I’d burn the fuck up
chillin wit the devil
he hand me a shovel
told me 2 bury myself
so i can be on his level
screamin to the lord
send me an angel
trapped in the dungeon
gettin eatin by a bengal
I need another chance
cause life aint fair
It aint dark yet
but i know its gettin there
the devil in da kitchen
he cookin up a feast
please dont let him mark me 
wit the numbers of the beast
all i know is pain
all i see is pain
THC fills the lining
of my membrane
momma is a drunk
daddy is a thug
grandma was a prostitute
my grandpa did drugs
never had a chance
it was cold from the start
weed and hennesse 
it fills my empty heart
yet i never cry
yet i never mourn
welcome to my life
da life of a quiet storm! 

Comments:
 
Elton4562   Elton4562 wrote
on 6/4/2010 4:21:52 AM
Hey Stephon, I have no qualification to pass judgment on poetry beyond my own visceral reaction to it. Of the three in this most recent posting of yours, this is the one that impresses me the most. I don't know if you write about yourself or about the situation of many people, but I find it compelling. Thank you for sharing it. Elton

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