let it rain

Let It Rain

Let it rain, let it flood,
let a crip kill a blood.
Let it rain, let it drip,
kill a slob cuz i clain crip.
Let it rain, let it thunda,
bury a slob six feet unda.
When i die, show no pitty,
send ma soul to gangsta city.
six flyin, 5 dyin
six popin, 5 dropin
cant stop, wont stop.
Bk all day,everyda y till ma bue casket drops.

MySelf and a friend of mine, wrote this poem. i know kinda fucked up right,

but what ever, he basicly told me things about crips an his life, and i made it into a poem, so here it is. dont like it go fuck ur self cuz i dont give a shit :P

Peace,

Missy!

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Cold hard blade, warm soft skin
Combine the two, the cleansing begins
Others don't get it, reasons they demand
For my bloody tears, so hard to understand
After I bleed, it is my learned belief
My self is calm, I have found relief
I am nothing like my outside shows
I am pain, that my inside knows
All about me is fake, I am forever acting
Body and soul pay the price
Scarring till I am exacting

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It's really very beautiful
The feeling that you get
With every little slice
With every little slit
This touch of blood
This kiss of pain
Releases all the feeling
Driving me insane
With every cut
I become pure
So over and over I do it more and more
Don't think it's suicidal
For that is not the case
It's a way to release my anger and fear
Instead of showing it on my face
Please don't yell at me to stop
That only makes it worse
Don't talk to me about scars
I don't care I NEED THE HURT