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These 2 poems are from my HOMIE Quincy aka Q! Q can be found on Facebook: Quincy D. Howard or twitter
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Blame
Seems like romance and love were never with me
But things that you see ain't what you expect it to be
You gave me your soul... and I cherished it so
The way you treated me was richer than gold...
It was a struggle... just so hard for us to be
Now all I do is think about you and me.
When our bodies touched, and our minds met... breath left my chest
It's the best thing I've ever felt just yet
But something was amiss... and I felt it for the longest
Maybe because sometimes when we spoke, you weren't honest...
Not telling me lies, yet telling me half-truths
And I try to find those truths.... dig for the roots.
Say that you love me, miss me.... don't want to leave
But when you talk, it's hard to believe...
Why can't things just be easy?
Why can't you wait?
For me to give my mind and escape...
I can't be your man, cuz I won't be the best
I'll milk you so dry... till there's nothing left
But maybe that's my problem... I can't be fair.
I don't want to be with you, but want you to stay there.
I want you to be my peg... as I claw to the top.
I just don't want this perfect feeling to stop...
But the fighting is rotting away to my soul...
And I know I'm losing you... we cannot grow
Cuz I don't trust you, and you can't love me.... we're stuck at a cross
And the only thing left is for something to be lost...
I care about you so much, yet I just don't know
If I can care about you, cuz the pain will show...
And the BLAME is put on the ones that's not true.......
but I can't tell if it's me or you....
Price of Life
Even with my middle finger to the sky, and my eyes//focused on the prize... I feel like my slow demise//My mind rots of death... my brain is a coffin//The smoke slowly starts to clear, but I find myself coughing...//These niggaz keep talking... focused on me//And it's hard to be a father to D...//When I'm ready to give up... or ready to swell a niggas lips up//My life is in shambles... pieces I gotta pick up//I'm dealing with the problems of being single parent//and being infamous... look at my face, and it's apparent/I promise that my soul is so tired... but heart stays wired//You say that I'm weak but you're a muthafuckin' liar//Until you understand what's like to be here//Dealing with my issues with my life... my fears//You can't formulate an opinion that could matter at all//'Cuz I believe you wanna see me fall//I'm a man... I ain't perfect, I'm no angel whatsoever//It's just breathing since 5 has made me tough leather//It's made me smarter than a button... and a little bit stronger//But I don't think I can do this much longer//I got morals and stead-strong mission//To raise my son in the flesh, and not in prison...//But I keep getting pushed. Just give me some kush or a strap//And I'll pay for the support when I come back...//This pen ain't paying me enough... I'm in a fuckin' rush//And I feel that they trying to throw me under the bus....//In the wild, survival is the only rule you must go by//Fuck the life of rich, famous and the doe-eyed...//I'm a beast... I was raised as a cub of a nomad//Maybe that's why see everything else as so bad...//I can't afford the price of life.... that shit cost too much//But I'ma work for the prosperity... I lost too much//I have a legacy to teach... no roadblocks I can't breach//Don't think about standing in my way, you'll be missing some teeth//Witness the focus of a father with a lot to lose//With skin tough as concrete... it's hard to bruise//You can't hurt me, homie... this pain is my muse//And your scornful words will life the end of my fuse.....//
