Tuesday, 31 March 2015

slam poem

Slam Poem
Everyday I wonder who I am, who will I be, where will I go
What will they write upon my grave
A free man born as a king, who died as a slave
But everything he gave her was for nothing though
Oh no I can’t fade these things I got to let you go
You got me tripping like a flight to Vegas
All this stuff you got me doing man it’s outrageous
All I know is I’m living the life I never would
Finally let you go I thought I never could.


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