{My brother wrote this...it's about him being locked up}


A Gangster�s Love of the Game

As I sit behind these concrete walls,
Lonely, watching the tears fall.
Thinking about the past, all my problems.
Hoping one day I can solve them.
Knowing friends don�t exist no more.
I�ll never see them walk through that door.
Not even one visit will I receive.
�Friend� is a word meant to deceive.
All the sorrow and pain runs through my veins.
Depressed, stressed out, like it�s pouring rain.
I can see my life run through my eyes.
The good, the bad, the painful cries.
Not knowing who�s next to snitch.
A so called friend, ain�t that a bitch.
On the outside: murders, beat downs and drugs.
Gangsters, O.G.�s, and those wanna-be thugs.
When I get out, there won�t be no love.
Because if you ain�t 6 feet under, you�re floating above.
Depending on your past, you might go to heaven.
But you know there ain�t no stopping my mac 11.
To my enemies, my foes, and my �homies.�
Pull out your straps because you still don�t know me.
Once I get out, I�ll get you all back.
Because I�m a soldier ready to attack.
Didn�t you know that this is what I live for?
A gangster�s love of the game is what makes you search more.

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~*Te amare hasta el dia de mi muerte y si hay algo despues de eso te esperare para amarte eternamente*~ R.I.P AMY & TRACA

FIRME POEMA ---

I Like Dat Firme Poem

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Firme tu bother has talent

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~Miizz 6o2
MAH HATERZ LOVE MUAH

HI hi hi

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Sick shit man...tell that nigga ta' keep it up

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dam dat was deep pero firme