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Will Barnett / Blog

Floetry in MoTiOn 2

be easy my brother what did you expect a couple hundreds years later the chains would be off our kneck? see you got it all wrong like heart break drake and your so far gone no real reason why i write these poems im just trying to express myself when it all goes wrong theres something about mary when you make songs about jane we cant break the mold so we still sell cane just to provide for a family and protect its name and if its not conformist ways then its not quite the same and a memory is just a memory down that dark right lane that could torch at any second like contained propane less steps then Amy when we rehab because Blake is on the side and he still throws jabs so broken hearts are old sores with rebuilt scabs which means a fatherless child only has dreams of his dad in which he never had back to the topic of discussion my bad or maybe it wasnt a subject and im just bleeding my thoughts on the pad i guess it works in english but not math so to bad the only thing i seek in this life is something for me but i step from the table so my brother can eat and i look through the eyes of the beholder when its cloudy and nothing to see call it what you want but its just me being me.....

Floetry in MoTiOn

as a young black male i find it hard to express how i feel because the stats say i will be selling drugs dead or in jail trapped in a box of emotions i feel nothing but hell burning everywhere until i crack out the shell do i have to prove myself or hide myself i no neither so i tuck my pride like a shirt to a belt like a sleeve to a coat i stumble to utter the truths that come from my throat should i be the common man an get wealth and then boast for my health im the simple type of person going hard like a nail that went through jesus hand when it struck to ring bells i speak for the greater good for ever child stuck in the hood looking for the 1st and 15th taking baths in the sink see i no longer hunger of the struggles of man i look towards the future with an hour glass in my hand the women in my life is jewish as she stands i view the past and read about how her kind used to be banned and i look at my past and my people couldnt even get a shake of the hand so my reply is simply DAMN i can no longer go on bottled up so my emotions and love for my girl overflow from the cup nothing has ever been expected perfect from her but she tries her hardest but some may say thats never enough but to me its alot like a prisoner rejoycing over his 3 hots and a cot there is no true understanding of why crimes get us put in a box doesnt matter if its wooden or not our life is still on hold and it does mean alot i stand with my feet on the ground looking towards my defeater as he smiles on the mound life is my occupation and i want it now i just pray my life isnt stolen like a child as he drowns im trying to picture success but i can only see frowns but i still search for it even when the chips are down....

Will Barnett

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im looking to secure a decent job this summer so i can buy my car and all that good stuff..whew ha life will kick you in the butt sometimes but it always ends up great in the end..or atleast good lol