Originally posted by BISHOP G...YOU KNOWWW: y post that...AFTER MY MASTER PEICE?
DAMN.. I GOTTA POST MINES AGAIN.
WHO IS THIS MUTHAFUCKA? by me, dusean dunbar
MY GOALS SEEM FURTHER AWAY, JUST WHEN THEY SEEMED NEARER, I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK IN THE MIRROR, WHEN DIRT IS THROWN ON ME, MY SKIN..TENDS TO GET CLEARER, I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR, I BLEND WITH THE MUD, I AM WHO MY FRIENDS TEND TO JUDGE AND CHARACTER SMUDGE, BUT DRESS IT UP WITH WORDS LIKE TOUGH LOVE... THEY SAY ITS ME WHO RUBBED OFF ON THEM, AND I DESERVE THE EMPTY CLASSROOMS AND SLIPPERY GYM... THAT I PLAY IN...TO FALL... THE FLOOR FOR A BED I USED TO LAY IN... NO STALLS TO PISS...OKAY IM SLIPPING ALL THE WAY IN... NO ABSTRACT BULLSHIT WRITING WILL SWAY THIS... SORT OF A CONFESSIONAL...THIS ROLE..I PORTRAY THIS... INNOCENT MAN? HELL NO...AT TIMES IM FINNIKY AND UNDISCIPLINED...WITH NO ORIGINAL PLAN ON HOW TO FINISH THIS HAND...OF DUMB MONKEY UNO, THE SON OF A FORMER JUNKIE, HE JUST LIKE HER...BUT YOU KNOWWW, I TEND TO FORGET THE THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE UNFORGETTABLE, I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SAID DAMN...I DONT REMEMBER YOU, SAW A PICTURE OR TWO, AND THOUGHT I RESEMBLED THAT DARK SKINNED CREATURE GOD ASSEMBLED... BUT NAW...I HAVE SMEARED GODS WORK! ALONG WITH INHERITED FUCKED UP MENTAL AND PHYSICAL GENITIC...THERE IT IS...
THE POINTED FINGER!!! IM SEEING NOTHING CLEARER, ITS YOUR FAULT MUTHAFUCKA (AS I JAB MY INDEX FINGER THROUGH THE FUCKING MIRROR!!!!}
WRITTEN BY ME...DUSEAN DUNBAR..BISHOP G...DACSON WALLSTONE..LEADER OF THE BRIMSTONE WRITERS..WHATTEVA THE FUCK EVA.
sorry...nice one
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Originally posted by BISHOP G...YOU KNOWWW: y post that...AFTER MY MASTER PEICE?
DAMN.. I GOTTA POST MINES AGAIN.
WHO IS THIS MUTHAFUCKA? by me, dusean dunbar
MY GOALS SEEM FURTHER AWAY, JUST WHEN THEY SEEMED NEARER, I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK IN THE MIRROR, WHEN DIRT IS THROWN ON ME, MY SKIN..TENDS TO GET CLEARER, I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR, I BLEND WITH THE MUD, I AM WHO MY FRIENDS TEND TO JUDGE AND CHARACTER SMUDGE, BUT DRESS IT UP WITH WORDS LIKE TOUGH LOVE... THEY SAY ITS ME WHO RUBBED OFF ON THEM, AND I DESERVE THE EMPTY CLASSROOMS AND SLIPPERY GYM... THAT I PLAY IN...TO FALL... THE FLOOR FOR A BED I USED TO LAY IN... NO STALLS TO PISS...OKAY IM SLIPPING ALL THE WAY IN... NO ABSTRACT BULLSHIT WRITING WILL SWAY THIS... SORT OF A CONFESSIONAL...THIS ROLE..I PORTRAY THIS... INNOCENT MAN? HELL NO...AT TIMES IM FINNIKY AND UNDISCIPLINED...WITH NO ORIGINAL PLAN ON HOW TO FINISH THIS HAND...OF DUMB MONKEY UNO, THE SON OF A FORMER JUNKIE, HE JUST LIKE HER...BUT YOU KNOWWW, I TEND TO FORGET THE THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE UNFORGETTABLE, I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SAID DAMN...I DONT REMEMBER YOU, SAW A PICTURE OR TWO, AND THOUGHT I RESEMBLED THAT DARK SKINNED CREATURE GOD ASSEMBLED... BUT NAW...I HAVE SMEARED GODS WORK! ALONG WITH INHERITED FUCKED UP MENTAL AND PHYSICAL GENITIC...THERE IT IS...
THE POINTED FINGER!!! IM SEEING NOTHING CLEARER, ITS YOUR FAULT MUTHAFUCKA (AS I JAB MY INDEX FINGER THROUGH THE FUCKING MIRROR!!!!}
WRITTEN BY ME...DUSEAN DUNBAR..BISHOP G...DACSON WALLSTONE..LEADER OF THE BRIMSTONE WRITERS..WHATTEVA THE FUCK EVA.
LOL@ Bishop and sean with the whole posting after mine... um yes *finger clicks*
Originally posted by BISHOP G...YOU KNOWWW: WELL...I AM KING POETIC...SO HERE YALL GO...
WHO IS THIS MUTHAFUCKA? by me, dusean dunbar
MY GOALS SEEM FURTHER AWAY, JUST WHEN THEY SEEMED NEARER, I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK IN THE MIRROR, WHEN DIRT IS THROWN ON ME, MY SKIN..TENDS TO GET CLEARER, I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR, I BLEND WITH THE MUD, I AM WHO MY FRIENDS TEND TO JUDGE AND CHARACTER SMUDGE, BUT DRESS IT UP WITH WORDS LIKE TOUGH LOVE... THEY SAY ITS ME WHO RUBBED OFF ON THEM, AND I DESERVE THE EMPTY CLASSROOMS AND SLIPPERY GYM... THAT I PLAY IN...TO FALL... THE FLOOR FOR A BED I USED TO LAY IN... NO STALLS TO PISS...OKAY IM SLIPPING ALL THE WAY IN... NO ABSTRACT BULLSHIT WRITING WILL SWAY THIS... SORT OF A CONFESSIONAL...THIS ROLE..I PORTRAY THIS... INNOCENT MAN? HELL NO...AT TIMES IM FINNIKY AND UNDISCIPLINED...WITH NO ORIGINAL PLAN ON HOW TO FINISH THIS HAND...OF DUMB MONKEY UNO, THE SON OF A FORMER JUNKIE, HE JUST LIKE HER...BUT YOU KNOWWW, I TEND TO FORGET THE THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE UNFORGETTABLE, I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SAID DAMN...I DONT REMEMBER YOU, SAW A PICTURE OR TWO, AND THOUGHT I RESEMBLED THAT DARK SKINNED CREATURE GOD ASSEMBLED... BUT NAW...I HAVE SMEARED GODS WORK! ALONG WITH INHERITED FUCKED UP MENTAL AND PHYSICAL GENITIC...THERE IT IS...
THE POINTED FINGER!!! IM SEEING NOTHING CLEARER, ITS YOUR FAULT MUTHAFUCKA (AS I JAB MY INDEX FINGER THROUGH THE FUCKING MIRROR!!!!}
WRITTEN BY ME...DUSEAN DUNBAR..BISHOP G...DACSON WALLSTONE..LEADER OF THE BRIMSTONE WRITERS..WHATTEVA THE FUCK EVA.
YO BISHOP... THIS RITE HERE IS WUSSUP... that poem rite there is deep as hell though... propz
"THE POINTED FINGER!!! IM SEEING NOTHING CLEARER, ITS YOUR FAULT MUTHAFUCKA (AS I JAB MY INDEX FINGER THROUGH THE FUCKING MIRROR!!!!}" ---------- The ending is fucking deep as hell
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i was on a street somewhere when i saw a hot car roll by i was on a street somewhere when i saw a obese dude with a candybar roll by i was on a street somewhere when i said wassup to my man once i sat on the street now it's on the street i stand i saw food joints get built and food joints go down i had that feeling that you get when somethin is about to go down some things are built on the steet and some are taken apart ...................and i just heard the fat dude with the candybar fart
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We are our own worst enemies, but our assumptions are a close second. If pictures came perfect we wouldn't need photographs. EErie Indiana coasts by under dim lights. Palm Trees. OZ never really meant much else to me until I was dot. Not the Anime Maniac either. The two two toto that had to do deeds to show that dues really do need to be paid. To see that everyone can use praying for, even ourselves. For love, for health for eyes, for ears and, come to think of it, even hair. Because "if i only had a brain" isn't such a funny song when you're the scarecrow.
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