<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:52:30.611-04:00</updated><category term='invisible'/><category term='african'/><category term='poem'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='newburgh'/><category term='black'/><category term='random'/><category term='new'/><category term='picasso'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='literacy'/><category term='rhymes'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='life'/><category term='steven'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Kwame'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='writings'/><category term='fresh'/><category term='brooklyn'/><category term='hot'/><category term='nyc'/><category term='original'/><category term='poet'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>What's A Man To Do. . .</title><subtitle type='html'>True Prophecies Of A Young Man.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757514580398759026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Maldx5fFplQ/SdkfAcKkhcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DO4lgXqeX1U/S220/longhairdontkare.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827.post-8576647330981257981</id><published>2009-12-18T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:44:25.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A While....</title><content type='html'>But I guess it doesn't matter considering I have THREE followers, anyways man I been caught up in college, and really caught up working on my songs so I can record them for my mixtape "The Truth Hurts", umm I'm already on Xmas break, about to cut it short and go home today because I seen a MOUSE LAST NIGHT IN MY SUNFLOWER SEED BAG ON MY RADIATOR RIGHT BEHIND MY PC DESK. I absolutely HATE this college. Who doesn't? SMH anyways man, holla @ me on twitter and follow me since I'm on my fone more http://www.twitter.com if you haven't, sub me on youtube @ http://www.youtube.com/user/truegamer4ever , and I even got a vid up for the ladies ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, just ordered a TON of stuff, so expect some really hot beats comin in the next month!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-8576647330981257981?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8576647330981257981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/8576647330981257981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/8576647330981257981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-while.html' title='Been A While....'/><author><name>Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757514580398759026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Maldx5fFplQ/SdkfAcKkhcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DO4lgXqeX1U/S220/longhairdontkare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827.post-2005320237479181476</id><published>2009-10-09T03:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:19:34.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newburgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Mr.Invisible</title><content type='html'>When I speak nobody hears,&lt;br /&gt;And I would cry for myself but I don't have enough tears,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to turn my life around but got no wheel to steer,&lt;br /&gt;I would really be sane if someone really cared,&lt;br /&gt;And I could never hide my personality it always shows,&lt;br /&gt;I'm peeking over the overcoming wall on my tippy-toes,&lt;br /&gt;When I talk my voice disappears with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;I even tried to communicate through text but it wouldn't let me send,&lt;br /&gt;No invitations, as if they forgot,&lt;br /&gt;They looked straight at number two when I was the number one spot,&lt;br /&gt;When I do favors I don't even get a thanks,&lt;br /&gt;When my picture's in the newspaper it shows up blank,&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming for attention they keep looking around,&lt;br /&gt;Waving my arms crazy, jumping off of the ground,&lt;br /&gt;When I fall back and slow my pace they walk faster,&lt;br /&gt;As if they want to get away from the lonely disaster,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I die if anyone will miss me dearly,&lt;br /&gt;Or if the newspaper would forget to put it in the obituary,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone would come to my funeral and speak,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't talk about someone that you could never see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-2005320237479181476?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2005320237479181476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/mrinvisible.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/2005320237479181476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/2005320237479181476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/mrinvisible.html' title='Mr.Invisible'/><author><name>Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757514580398759026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Maldx5fFplQ/SdkfAcKkhcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DO4lgXqeX1U/S220/longhairdontkare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827.post-5442652798342997236</id><published>2009-10-09T03:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:16:23.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want A Girl...</title><content type='html'>I want a girl who know what she wants in life,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody w/ drama but a girl so sweet and nice,&lt;br /&gt;That's smart and shows she's independent,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm the one but her heart im going to win it,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm depressed, maybe feeling sad or down,&lt;br /&gt;She would call me and pick me up off of the ground,&lt;br /&gt;She would say the right things I would need to hear,&lt;br /&gt;And when no ones around she's always right there,&lt;br /&gt;I could trust that she wouldn't cheat, lie, or do wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Her kisses writing the lyrics to my heart that sings the song,&lt;br /&gt;A girl who's pretty and has her own style,&lt;br /&gt;She's a leader not a follower she's calm and not wild,&lt;br /&gt;But she's also outgoing and loves to have fun,&lt;br /&gt;A girl like that I wish I could have one,&lt;br /&gt;She's funny and got a good sense of humor that's a plus,&lt;br /&gt;She's doing something positive in her life, that's a must,&lt;br /&gt;She believes in God, even better if she's a christian,&lt;br /&gt;She needs to come into my arms so that I could stop wishing,&lt;br /&gt;I need a girl I could tell my life too,&lt;br /&gt;The one I tell that I trust and I mean it for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Explain my life to her, why im the way I am, why I'm so heartless,&lt;br /&gt;And she would understand and be there regardless,&lt;br /&gt;I would treat her right I had bad experiences in the past,&lt;br /&gt;But of course they were bad so that's the reason they didn't last,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be no player or try to cheat or initiate something,&lt;br /&gt;I would keep it real with her she would never catch me fronting,&lt;br /&gt;She's straight, bisexuality's a turn-off to me,&lt;br /&gt;She likes me for me, K-w-a-m-e,&lt;br /&gt;But for now I guess girls like that don't exist,&lt;br /&gt;So for right now I sit at my window looking @ the shooting star making a wish....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-5442652798342997236?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5442652798342997236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/5442652798342997236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/5442652798342997236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-girl.html' title='I Want A Girl...'/><author><name>Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757514580398759026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Maldx5fFplQ/SdkfAcKkhcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DO4lgXqeX1U/S220/longhairdontkare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827.post-5159112667698279095</id><published>2009-10-09T03:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:15:03.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions &amp; Answers</title><content type='html'>That girl over there, she don't know what she missing,&lt;br /&gt;And that other girl gave no second thought about who she kissing,&lt;br /&gt;If a girl don't feel me then she hath no touch,&lt;br /&gt;And if she don't love me she must not love the truth that much,&lt;br /&gt;Real guys walk past girls who got lies and know what to choose&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the love boat on the lust ocean and got no abstain paddle to use,&lt;br /&gt;But if you really wanna know what goes through my brain,&lt;br /&gt;You'll need a sonogram, blank paper, and tropical rain,&lt;br /&gt;Got my moms screaming "Kwame Don't Waste Ya Life!",&lt;br /&gt;Forget this world I rather waste it on Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Got people grinding in the hood if they not then they in prison,&lt;br /&gt;Barely surpassing second and third now that they ain't finish the first division,&lt;br /&gt;Expensive chains and watches, white tee's and air force 1's,&lt;br /&gt;Uncensored puns, showing guns to they daughters and sons,&lt;br /&gt;Education threw away they sitting in the crowd watching everyone succeed but them,&lt;br /&gt;They choose to live in grief, sorrow, and sin,&lt;br /&gt;We all brothers and sisters just got the slave masters last name,&lt;br /&gt;Now we lazy and under-achieved you got no one to blame, but yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Get a job to support your kids, and treat them right,&lt;br /&gt;They outside unsupervised running around from day to night,&lt;br /&gt;If in God we trust why is the world revolve around dollars and change,&lt;br /&gt;Why a black man had to steal the car because he riding in a dubbed out range,&lt;br /&gt;Why do "good Samaritans" always caught in a bad rap,&lt;br /&gt;Why the prostitutes can't get a warning why they got to get a slap,&lt;br /&gt;Why do women expose themselves just to pay some bills,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people believe Jesus saves but Satan kills?&lt;br /&gt;You can't spend eternity in the hood doing the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;My heart forgot the words of the love song it used to sing,&lt;br /&gt;Diseases spreading, sickness everywhere, seasons changing, niggas in heavy gear,&lt;br /&gt;Guerrillas warfare in Afghan and everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;The president making changes to help us out of this financial jam,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the critics attack him daily because he's a black man,&lt;br /&gt;But when Bush was in office everyone supported his evil doing,&lt;br /&gt;His war pursuing and America he was ruining,&lt;br /&gt;And everybody acting fine and dandy,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather trust the stranger then the candy, drink tap water before the brandy,&lt;br /&gt;How to catch a predator ironic how the pedophiles seen the show,&lt;br /&gt;But still hop in they car to meet a young girl that they don't know,&lt;br /&gt;This world is crazy I have a feeling that the end is coming soon,&lt;br /&gt;But every 5 seconds a babies born out its mothers womb,&lt;br /&gt;That special girl in my life where could she be,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know if she got my myspace message so I check it and see,&lt;br /&gt;As disappointment fills me, I see you everyday and I stop and stare,&lt;br /&gt;But that's as far as I got, so I'll stop right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-5159112667698279095?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5159112667698279095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/questions-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/5159112667698279095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/5159112667698279095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/questions-answers.html' title='Questions &amp; Answers'/><author><name>Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757514580398759026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Maldx5fFplQ/SdkfAcKkhcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DO4lgXqeX1U/S220/longhairdontkare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827.post-298786816871421257</id><published>2009-10-08T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:44:18.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My Beats &amp; Songs!</title><content type='html'>If you guys didn't know, I make beats and write songs, although mainly beats, but yea go check them out. I only lease I don't sell exclusive YET, so if your interested then holla at me. If not...I doubt that option would occur. Leave feedback! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTUwMzEwMTIzNzUmcHQ9MTI1NTAzMTA*ODI5MyZwPTE1ODM2MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*1MWM2YzE4ZDk2OTM*YTcwYjAwYmU3MDExZTYxMWQyOSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:380px; height:170px; overflow:hidden; position:relative"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.soundclick.com/widgets/creatives/mp3PlayerVIP.swf" width="380" height="170" flashvars="bandid=982538&amp;ext=1" name="MP3PlayerVIP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" pluginspage"http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:150px; position:relative; top:-170px; height:170px; float:left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=982538"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soundclick.com/images/navigation/blank1x1.gif" border="0" width="150" height="170"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:230px; position:relative; top:-28px; height:28px; float:left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=982538"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soundclick.com/images/navigation/blank1x1.gif" border="0" width="230" height="28"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-298786816871421257?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/298786816871421257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-out-my-beats-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/298786816871421257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/298786816871421257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-out-my-beats-songs.html' title='Check Out My Beats &amp; Songs!'/><author><name>Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757514580398759026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Maldx5fFplQ/SdkfAcKkhcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DO4lgXqeX1U/S220/longhairdontkare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827.post-7819979103352237188</id><published>2009-10-08T15:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:28:53.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Curiousity killed the cat but that's a lie it can't die because it has nine lives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These events in my life are happening so fast reminding me of the past and I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This confusion in my mind is right behind all the questions that I have to ask but there is nobody to answer back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting here writing a worthless poem that no one will ever read and the rest they will just leave alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing all these things out of anger and then realizing my mistake but by then I'm in too deep it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the newspaper everyday wondering if my family will see me in there the next day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so crazy not even a psych ward could help,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm swimming in first division of troubled water like Michael Phelps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to even continue these lines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart bled, my brains dead, so I think it's about that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-7819979103352237188?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7819979103352237188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/7819979103352237188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/7819979103352237188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-thoughts.html' title='Short Thoughts.'/><author><name>Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757514580398759026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Maldx5fFplQ/SdkfAcKkhcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DO4lgXqeX1U/S220/longhairdontkare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827.post-84023651459829541</id><published>2009-09-29T01:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:06:11.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want A Girl..</title><content type='html'>I want a girl who know what she wants in life,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody w/ drama but a girl so sweet and nice,&lt;br /&gt;That's smart and shows she's independent,&lt;br /&gt;I know im the one but her heart im going to win it,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever im depressed, maybe feeling sad or down,&lt;br /&gt;She would call me and pick me up off of the ground,&lt;br /&gt;She would say the right things I would need to hear,&lt;br /&gt;And when no ones around she's always right there,&lt;br /&gt;I could trust that she wouldn't cheat, lie, or do wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Her kisses writing the lyrics to my heart that sings the song,&lt;br /&gt;A girl who's pretty and has her own style,&lt;br /&gt;She's a leader not a follower she's calm and not wild,&lt;br /&gt;But she's also outgoing and loves to have fun,&lt;br /&gt;A girl like that I wish I could have one,&lt;br /&gt;She's funny and got a good sense of humor that's a plus,&lt;br /&gt;She's doing something positive in her life, that's a must,&lt;br /&gt;She believes in God, even better if she's a christian,&lt;br /&gt;She needs to come into my arms so that I could stop wishing,&lt;br /&gt;I need a girl I could tell my life too,&lt;br /&gt;The one I tell that I trust and I mean it for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Explain my life to her, why im the way I am, why im so heartless,&lt;br /&gt;And she would understand and be there regardless,&lt;br /&gt;I would treat her right I had bad experiences in the past,&lt;br /&gt;But of course they were bad so that's the reason they didn't last,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be no player or try to cheat or initiate something,&lt;br /&gt;I would keep it real with her she would never catch me frontin,&lt;br /&gt;She's straight, bisexuality's a turn-off to me,&lt;br /&gt;She likes me for me, K-w-a-m-e,&lt;br /&gt;But for now I guess girls like that don't exist,&lt;br /&gt;So for right now I sit at my window looking @ the shooting star making a wish....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-84023651459829541?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/84023651459829541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/84023651459829541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/84023651459829541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-girl.html' title='I Want A Girl..'/><author><name>Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757514580398759026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Maldx5fFplQ/SdkfAcKkhcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DO4lgXqeX1U/S220/longhairdontkare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827.post-8807073971000361208</id><published>2009-09-29T01:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:04:52.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For This Special Girl</title><content type='html'>1st off...Hello, nice to meet you my name is Fresh,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a oxygen tank I'm about to take away your breath&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see your beauty falls on me,&lt;br /&gt;And anyone to let you go would take a big loss see,&lt;br /&gt;Your personality rare like UFO in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Floating on love name the place I'll take you there,&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no hurt, no crying, no tears,&lt;br /&gt;Compliment your vast beauty in anything that you wear,&lt;br /&gt;Share, the last piece of the accomplishing cake,&lt;br /&gt;I heard I make u feel warm inside so your heart started to bake,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there even when you don't think I am,&lt;br /&gt;Cool spray of love ocean waves on our bodies on the infatuated sand,&lt;br /&gt;And you can ask for advice whenever you like,&lt;br /&gt;If you feeling low I can you high like a kite,&lt;br /&gt;Unless It's for your love then I don't wanna fight,&lt;br /&gt;I have trusting dessert and I'm trying get you to bite,&lt;br /&gt;So many miles between can't stop the connection so close,&lt;br /&gt;Into the good life as my wife that we toast,&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty amazing in some many ways,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty I wouldn't mind waking up on so many days,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm walking down dark corridors of loneliness you bring light,&lt;br /&gt;Your so amazing you can even make my day in the NIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;Run in my arms with butterflies I hold you so tight,&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the end of cliff, fell in love ,even though your afraid of heights,&lt;br /&gt;And I could never lie to you or hurt you in anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get you to see that in this picture I'm trying to portray,&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm trying to say in this poem today,&lt;br /&gt;Is your my everything I wouldn't have it no other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-8807073971000361208?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8807073971000361208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-this-special-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/8807073971000361208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhymes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>She said I'm too secretive she doesn't know what I'm about,&lt;br /&gt;I told her I don't know what love is girls never gave me a chance to find out,&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the forest of happiness and took the tree most thick,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I still got the short end of the stick,&lt;br /&gt;In the mist of the confusion I was to blind to see my dream,&lt;br /&gt;Desperately needed a love fix for I am a fiend,&lt;br /&gt;The hurt, the pain, the hunger, the lost,&lt;br /&gt;Working my brain hard as if my mind was the boss,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to clean the stains of guilt off of my clothes,&lt;br /&gt;Repeating my story of hurt they act as if they don't know,&lt;br /&gt;But every time I try to talk they act as though they don't want to hear,&lt;br /&gt;I walk besides you to keep you safe you act as if I'm never there,&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to get noticed in this world of corruption,&lt;br /&gt;How much longer do I have to love myself,&lt;br /&gt;If just one person cared, and another would just be there,&lt;br /&gt;I could move out of paradise of pain to somewhere else,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that once pretended to care, was just there,&lt;br /&gt;To stare and judge and then wait for the tears,&lt;br /&gt;These are just random thoughts that I'm thinking at the time,&lt;br /&gt;So read it and let it apply to every person you pass by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-391094538938233765?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/391094538938233765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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(Antwone Fisher Version Re-made)</title><content type='html'>Who will cry for the little boy who hurts so much inside, &lt;br /&gt;who will cry for the little boy who doesn't remember how to smile,&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little boy who has no one there,&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little boy when no one seems to care,&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little boy who once went through every type of abuse, &lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little boy who to mankind serves no longer a use, &lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little boy who's used to depression, &lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little boy who never had peaceful resting, &lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little boy who never could find love, &lt;br /&gt;who will cry for the little boy who will give him a hug, &lt;br /&gt;who will tell him everythings OK and that their there to stay, &lt;br /&gt;who will travel lifes journey with him and won't fall astray &lt;br /&gt;Who will love him and cherish him for that is all he wants, &lt;br /&gt;who will encourage him and tel him he's smart whenever he feels like a dunce, &lt;br /&gt;Who will kiss him and hold him day and night and make him feel secure, &lt;br /&gt;Who will motivate him to achieve when no longer the pressure he can endure, &lt;br /&gt;No one will cry for the little boy for they won't waste their tears, &lt;br /&gt;No one will be by the little boys side for they'd wish they were never there, &lt;br /&gt;No one ever kept the little boy they felt as they didn't care, &lt;br /&gt;So 18 years even the little boy couldn't cry for himself because he ran out of tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would rescue the little boy out of the troubled ocean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone took the little boy to the wrong path so he has yet to find his emotions......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little boy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-5841929525816767325?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5841929525816767325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-will-cry-for-little-boy-antwone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/5841929525816767325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/5841929525816767325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-will-cry-for-little-boy-antwone.html' title='Who Will Cry For The Little Boy? 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what to choose&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the love boat on the lust ocean and got no abstain paddle to use,&lt;br /&gt;But if you really wanna know what goes through my brain,&lt;br /&gt;You'll need a sonagram, blank paper, and tropical rain,&lt;br /&gt;Got my moms screamin "&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249609036_0"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; Don't Waste Ya Life!",&lt;br /&gt;Forget this world I rather waste it on Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Got people grinding in the hood if they not then they in prison,&lt;br /&gt;Barely surpassing second and third now that they ain't finish the first division,&lt;br /&gt;Expensive chains and watches, white tee's and air force 1's,&lt;br /&gt;Uncensored puns, showing guns to they daughters and sons,&lt;br /&gt;Education threw away they sitting in the crowd watching everyone succeed but them,&lt;br /&gt;They choose to live in grief, sorrow, and sin,&lt;br /&gt;We all brothers and sisters just got the slave masters last name,&lt;br /&gt;Now we lazy and under-achieved you got no one to blame, but yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Get a job to support your kids, and treat them right,&lt;br /&gt;They outside unsupervised running around from day to night,&lt;br /&gt;If in God we trust why is the world revolve around dollars and change,&lt;br /&gt;Why a black man had to steal the car because he riding in a dubbed out range,&lt;br /&gt;Why do "&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249609036_1"&gt;good samaritans&lt;/span&gt;" always caught in a bad rap,&lt;br /&gt;Why the prostitutes can't get a warning why they got to get a slap,&lt;br /&gt;Why do women expose themselves just to pay some bills,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people believe Jesus saves but Satan kills?&lt;br /&gt;You can't spend eternity in the hood doing the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;My heart forgot the words of the love song it used to sing,&lt;br /&gt;Diseases spreading, sickness everywhere, seasons changing, niggas in heavy gear,&lt;br /&gt;Guerillas warfare in Afghan and everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;The president making changes to help us out of this financial jam,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the critics attack him daily because he's a black man,&lt;br /&gt;But when Bush was in office everyone supported his evil doing,&lt;br /&gt;His war pursuing and America he was ruining,&lt;br /&gt;And everybody acting fine and dandy,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather trust the stranger then the candy, drink &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1249609036_2"&gt;tap water&lt;/span&gt; before the brandy,&lt;br /&gt;How to catch a predator ironic how the pedo's seen the show,&lt;br /&gt;But still hop in they car to meet a young girl that they don't know,&lt;br /&gt;This world is crazy I have a feeling that the end is coming soon,&lt;br /&gt;But every 5 seconds a babies born out its mothers womb,&lt;br /&gt;That special girl in my life where could she be,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know if she got my myspace message so I check it and see,&lt;br /&gt;As disappointment fills me, I see you everyday and I stop and stare,&lt;br /&gt;But that's as far as I got, so I'll stop right here.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-3630222117280993235?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/3630222117280993235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/3630222117280993235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/3630222117280993235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-knows.html' title='Who Knows?'/><author><name>Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757514580398759026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Maldx5fFplQ/SdkfAcKkhcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DO4lgXqeX1U/S220/longhairdontkare.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7535222897126206827.post-1479886847116439773</id><published>2009-06-19T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:15:07.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am</title><content type='html'>I am the truth behind your lies&lt;br /&gt;I am the bad effects from liquor,&lt;br /&gt;The thin hair that got thicker,&lt;br /&gt;The leftovers from the other day,&lt;br /&gt;The work when you want to play,&lt;br /&gt;The genius that you've never unleashed,&lt;br /&gt;The fight that got you bloody teeth,&lt;br /&gt;The salvation of God you spread,&lt;br /&gt;The old you that's gone &amp; dead,&lt;br /&gt;The misunderstood child,&lt;br /&gt;The dirty clothes that lay in a pile,&lt;br /&gt;The bad habits that come back,&lt;br /&gt;The teacher that cuts you no slack,&lt;br /&gt;The success you worked hard to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;The chilliness running up your sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;The frostbite @ the tip of your fingers that dissappear,&lt;br /&gt;The resolutions you make and break every new year,&lt;br /&gt;The love when you don't want no lust,&lt;br /&gt;The betrayal of the person you trust,&lt;br /&gt;The allergic reaction from general dust,&lt;br /&gt;The future of your past,&lt;br /&gt;The friendship that will never last,&lt;br /&gt;The car that runs outta gas,&lt;br /&gt;The backtalk &amp; and the sass,&lt;br /&gt;The number you can't count too,&lt;br /&gt;The shoestrings in your shoe,&lt;br /&gt;The knots behind your ties,&lt;br /&gt;The sadness behind your sighs,&lt;br /&gt;The secret between your thighs,&lt;br /&gt;The conscious inside your mind,&lt;br /&gt;The stop behind the sign,&lt;br /&gt;The guilty behind the crime,&lt;br /&gt;The '8 Before the 9,&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure that comes with pain&lt;br /&gt;The loss that comes with a gain&lt;br /&gt;The right mind when your insane&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your absent brain&lt;br /&gt;The fright behind your reaction&lt;br /&gt;The climax whenever you maxin&lt;br /&gt;The heat behind whatever you packing&lt;br /&gt;The pieces you pick up whenever your slacking&lt;br /&gt;The word you can't pronounce right&lt;br /&gt;The terror behind your fright&lt;br /&gt;The darkness when there's no light&lt;br /&gt;The love that evolves from like&lt;br /&gt;The guilty feeling when you messed up&lt;br /&gt;The hurt from every cut&lt;br /&gt;The "who, when, how" with what&lt;br /&gt;The quick reaction when you duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm everything that's absent from your life when another's present&lt;br /&gt;The conscious pointing out the wrong, the missing lyrics to the song&lt;br /&gt;So 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term='Kwame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poet'/><title type='text'>6 Million Ways</title><content type='html'>I heard there's 6 million ways to kill yourself, pardon me as I try out 50, &lt;br /&gt;I heard there's a 100 real niggas left in this world not even 5% is with me, &lt;br /&gt;Born to my mother in April 3, who I still dislike from time to time, &lt;br /&gt;She was the ink that spilled all over me when I started to shine, &lt;br /&gt;This world is crazy I hate ever second down here, and everywhere I look temptations always there, &lt;br /&gt;Makeup or surgery don't matter what you wear, &lt;br /&gt;I see the true person staring at me behind tears, &lt;br /&gt;You can be fly and fresh but no matter what you wear, The true person comes out relating to this knowledge I share, &lt;br /&gt;The lampshade of crime hides the bright bulb of the young minds, &lt;br /&gt;I'm walking the road of redemption but yet it never unwinds, &lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no motivation, my best friend is procrastination, &lt;br /&gt;Never had a destination, everyday is like a vacation,&lt;br /&gt;Kid with the short patience, don't confuse it with a patient, &lt;br /&gt;There's no lines but I'm tryna trace it, &lt;br /&gt;I'm fire, dogg, like a dalmatian, &lt;br /&gt;Pick up the shell and the casing, &lt;br /&gt;Heavy metal like a mason, &lt;br /&gt;They say we lazy and no good but yet my people built this nation, &lt;br /&gt;Man listen I am the truth behind the lies, &lt;br /&gt;The painful look inside ya eyes, &lt;br /&gt;That makes you realize why, &lt;br /&gt;So many brilliant minds to be all over this universe, &lt;br /&gt;But yet rappers lyrics they rather rehearse, &lt;br /&gt;Rather waste time and energy making illegal money, with dope in the back trunk front full of lite skinned honeys, &lt;br /&gt;The realistic perpetration of the young minded dedication, &lt;br /&gt;To the independence of the nations who once held the declaration, &lt;br /&gt;You see I try to land before time, watch as my voice constants more then the conscience in your mind, &lt;br /&gt;I go through just as many hardships as the usual person,  no rehearsing the poems that come directly from the dome, &lt;br /&gt;Because I'm also known, drink up my lyrics like patron, surveys show no other real niggas so I'm alone, &lt;br /&gt;Why do I write the obvious do I think that I'm nice? &lt;br /&gt;And if you already know the answer then why ask me twice? &lt;br /&gt;I'm a solution to problems that cross the everyday mind, If you see me STOP like sign, &lt;br /&gt;realize the essence of the trail that I leave behind, &lt;br /&gt;Show on or show off what the guns is for, &lt;br /&gt;And for me and house, we will serve the lord, &lt;br /&gt;A full blown seventh day adventist the streets I ain't missing, &lt;br /&gt;And everyday it's not a girl but my bible that I'm kissing,&lt;br /&gt;Now that's some deep stuff and I say what I mean,&lt;br /&gt;If the next man nice the one before is bad so lets say I'm in between,&lt;br /&gt;So you don't want it real, and you don't want it fake,&lt;br /&gt;So your existence disappears like the high top fade,&lt;br /&gt;A deadbeat dad married a abusive mom and got laid,&lt;br /&gt;You staring at me, I am what they made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-6830493952869519319?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/6830493952869519319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-million-ways.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Halo 3 the most. Ask Stacks what I did to him and his homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://gamercard.xbox.com/KwameTheGreat.card" scrolling="no" width="204" frameborder="0" height="140"&gt;KwameTheGreat&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-4115892453224067779?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4115892453224067779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyone-with-xbox.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/4115892453224067779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kwame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>ldentically Mistaken (Kwame The Greats &amp; Stacks-A-Million's First Collab!!)</title><content type='html'>Guys go crazy over this type of girl, &lt;br /&gt;She always pay people no mind cause she's in her own world, &lt;br /&gt;The girl think she fly and look better then the rest, &lt;br /&gt;A human size barbie with the matching b-cup chest, &lt;br /&gt;Fresh sneakers and chanell perfume, &lt;br /&gt;She outta this world the girl from Neptune, &lt;br /&gt;She only shop ain't got time to hit the books, &lt;br /&gt;Every time She walk by a nigga she give him dirty looks, Every girl Envies her and every guy doesn't like her, &lt;br /&gt;And every other day of the week a girl wanna fight her, &lt;br /&gt;But in secret, she's a slide, a easy one time joyride, &lt;br /&gt;Her legs is the only math she knew how to divide, &lt;br /&gt;Hot tension and fumes fill up the room when she walk this way, &lt;br /&gt;The girl got no mind her bra size D is higher then her grades, &lt;br /&gt;She walks back home on the gloomy path of bad, &lt;br /&gt;To her jobless mom and her alcoholic dad, &lt;br /&gt;Runs to go check the mail the mailbox was full, &lt;br /&gt;She scans through them sees a letter addressed to her from her school, &lt;br /&gt;She wonder what it is by now it's raining with thunder, &lt;br /&gt;Come to find out she, won't be graduating this summer, &lt;br /&gt;She goes inside the house open the door of death, &lt;br /&gt;As daddy drags her in the room alcohol still on his breath, &lt;br /&gt;Her mom cries to herself cause she knows she's next, While she hears her husband forcing her daughter to have sex, &lt;br /&gt;The same girl that thinks she got it going on like that, &lt;br /&gt;Is looking in the mirror thinking she's ugly and fat, &lt;br /&gt;If she was such a dime how come she didn't have a man,&lt;br /&gt;But little did she know there was one with a plan, &lt;br /&gt;The kid name was Maxamillion talked his way into her life, &lt;br /&gt;Word got around school that they was hubby and wife, &lt;br /&gt;Days turned into to months and he got what he wanted, &lt;br /&gt;After all those times she sat there and fronted, &lt;br /&gt;He took away her V or known as virginity, &lt;br /&gt;And soon Maxamillion turned into a enemy, &lt;br /&gt;The same guys that dropped jaws now shake they head in shame, &lt;br /&gt;This girl never liked Nintendo but she fell for the game, &lt;br /&gt;She tried to be something that god wouldn't even wanna make,&lt;br /&gt;And she blew her chance like candles on a birthday cake, Now look who's all alone on the road of the forgotten, &lt;br /&gt;The delicate conceited girl was left out in the cold and now she turned rotten, &lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is conceited girls just be yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Cause in reality you got as many problems as everybody else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Clean Up Man"&lt;br /&gt;-Kwame The Great (The Name Says It All)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a dime and she knows it &lt;br /&gt;i would never try to holla &lt;br /&gt;only because she wouldn't hear it &lt;br /&gt;she can have whatever man&lt;br /&gt;no need to choose one&lt;br /&gt;so i tell her what she already knows and move on &lt;br /&gt;yea she's kinda cute &lt;br /&gt;but i can't turn her flaws into attributes &lt;br /&gt;confused so she's viewed as rude &lt;br /&gt;and im really not in the mood &lt;br /&gt;to satisfy her ego &lt;br /&gt;her towers have fallen &lt;br /&gt;now she stuck at ground zero &lt;br /&gt;but ya view on yaself is pretty lame &lt;br /&gt;could of been a leading dame &lt;br /&gt;it's sad you suffer inner shame &lt;br /&gt;independent woman who intake the most pain &lt;br /&gt;appear strong but dont want to die alone with there self-gain &lt;br /&gt;they seek a man just as any other woman would... &lt;br /&gt;she just puts up a tougher front, &lt;br /&gt;her relationship will end next month &lt;br /&gt;and do not save me the last dance &lt;br /&gt;because my feet are far from perfect &lt;br /&gt;you will be alone along time... &lt;br /&gt;i hope that it's all worth it... &lt;br /&gt;conceited girls hardly make it in the end &lt;br /&gt;and thats why the prom queen only has 3 friends &lt;br /&gt;she is a rose with the thorns &lt;br /&gt;guarenteed heartbreak, &lt;br /&gt;you all have been warned &lt;br /&gt;to all those taken by a pretty face know this, &lt;br /&gt;her beauty can be a shield unnoticed..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Last Real Nigga Left" &lt;br /&gt;-Steven Devaughn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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see you, player cards thrown down,&lt;br /&gt;Just need to be with you, I don't care how&lt;br /&gt;Girl I love you, hope this is no gimmick,&lt;br /&gt;I got you already now your heart I want to win it,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm down, or my life I can't bear,&lt;br /&gt;Anger comes to my face, which is wet from my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Wait for you to sign on, you the only one that can make it better,&lt;br /&gt;My sunshine in the winter, warmth in the cold weather,&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand how much you mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you, and put no one above you,&lt;br /&gt;If everyone was to leave you the only one I got left,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that stopped me from taking my last breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-1705775612155681599?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='literacy'/><title type='text'>The World Issues [Something Light]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;an I done did this so many times,&lt;br /&gt;Love unfolding the blinds of ones left behind,&lt;br /&gt;Loving &amp;amp; missing every girl in this world who ain't got nobody to miss them, hug or kiss them,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to prevent this black on black violence,&lt;br /&gt;One minute we all playing, next minute moment of silence,&lt;br /&gt;You see nobody furthers their education, formal relation&lt;br /&gt;Because knowledge is power, how you think the Afghans toppled the tower&lt;br /&gt;Instead of buying books we rather go waste it on Eddie Bowers,&lt;br /&gt;Late night sex, and in the morning wake up to the hot shower,&lt;br /&gt;Guns clapping, niggas rapping, pimp to the hoe slapping,&lt;br /&gt;Whatevers happening, they wanna make a nigga eternally napping,&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be the haters, that bite off you like alligators,&lt;br /&gt;I predict hostility with weather like Al Cater,&lt;br /&gt;High unemployment keeps rising, young kids keep dying,&lt;br /&gt;Some know how to keep they head up though, so they keep trying,&lt;br /&gt;Some don't know what peace is, so in they gun they trust&lt;br /&gt;Some ain't ever had a girl to love, so all they know is lust&lt;br /&gt;Girls always being confused, they got no reason&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality of em is changing daily like seasons,&lt;br /&gt;Just heard about the black guy who killed his 2 sisters and tried to get the other,&lt;br /&gt;Before cops shot him down, the usual routine for a brother,&lt;br /&gt;You find out your friends ain't the person who you thought to be,&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I'm only worried bout my family and M-E,&lt;br /&gt;You can't defeat the person who has God on their side,&lt;br /&gt;Any situation I get in I wish I could just ride, away,&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people never listen to what I say,&lt;br /&gt;To them I'm just another mouth tryna always figure out,&lt;br /&gt;Things about them and tell them how to live they life,&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people doing things without even thinking twice,&lt;br /&gt;How is it a girl can make so many mistakes and you forgive her call it a truce,&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the guy messes up his neck is in the noose, all hell breaks loose&lt;br /&gt;All a sudden ain't no second chances ain't no moving on with life,&lt;br /&gt;Now she gone, how it feel to get backstabbed with your own knife,&lt;br /&gt;Parents getting stricter on their kids they ain't motivating them no more,&lt;br /&gt;Til the point where the kid commits suicide the bloods on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Got a black president now, could we ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;But yet the same people who voted for him is not even giving him support,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody losing jobs, technology is replacing us,&lt;br /&gt;We losing all confidence, moral, and trust,&lt;br /&gt;Within ourselves we don't know what to believe I feel this poem was a must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7535222897126206827-9208787650296514125?l=freshthepoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/feeds/9208787650296514125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-issues-something-light.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/9208787650296514125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7535222897126206827/posts/default/9208787650296514125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshthepoet.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-issues-something-light.html' title='The World Issues [Something 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