Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Noah's Art


Never betrayed the ability to be great.
Knowing that my success and failures are all fate
Lack of trust for anyone with the venomous trait
Learned that when I use to ball on the crates
Stepping up to the plate in Connecticut state
Can't run back to my comfort zone
When I click my shoes I never went home
Instead, my mind state went deep in the ozone
Never had to carry the chrome growing up
Instead I was too busy chasing C cups,
A dutch, and a position that resembled the cobra clutch
Sitting here wonder if Willie Hutch is talking to me
When I thought writing poetry was so damn easy
But I hadn't done it in plenty of years
In fear that the peers would share jeers

All Alone - Dru Hill

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