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posted on 01-07-2005
Jae Gutta J. Arthur was a victim of a broken home ..Mother drinking and pops with smoking bongs So its wasn't hard for him to rebel with no condone ..With his mobile phone, he'd make calls.. ..But was he really able to hold his own.. From the outside he may seem carefree.. But in his eyes, you could see where his cares be He wanted love, and to be with someone caring And he figured at that time he's bear a ring When that one special came, he had is heart on his sleeve And its hard to believe, but my god did it seem.. That..the red in his face would mirror his heart The love flushed thru his veins and clearer in part To the pain, that love'll clear up the parts.. That could stain, from it being broken.. When he opens the window to his soul and Hears that he should go.. he scream and yells no.. and, the potion that brew together failed slow.. She lived inside of him, the chambers trapped her She'd act up and scream before its clasped shut And the atrium was split, he'd hate to forget SHE'S LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.. pain and the fits.. Cause she'd squeeze his insides.. start from scratch Then a slight pull and tug.. you have a heart attack Home is where the heart is? feeling so alone... If you have a broken heart.. ...does it mean you still living in a broken home?? ..That's the question vs. MetaSin i wrote this on the sidewalk......a starvin artist hard to part with the life i once knew....but now i'm far beyond it far from garbage.....but sad to say that now it's my best friend my home was broken....but it was cool until reality set in now i'm restin on a park bench....my new place and home but i love it.....there's no razors thrown across my facial bones and now i claim the throne as the one to control my own destiny best believe....i'll make the most of what's be blessed to me rest in peace to the screams & fury....i'll embrace the silence instead of facin violence.......as the cold encased my eyelids simply put.....home life was hell.....but i've grown from it livin freely enabled me to reach the peak of my own summit but i miss my family......who's to say they'll never change love was the second most recognized emotion....next to pain swept away from my loved ones.....not to say i'm lackin fear but so what if i'm homeless......as long as i'm happy here as the years went by...departed...but still the hardest lesson to learn.....was that home is where your heart is numskull wins 2-0 |
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