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�Ghetto Gladiator�
In the present of the warrior 2 be..........
Blazing crazy, Walls that made me, Shady like Grady
Eyes of emotion, Dropping like an roller coaster, Paid 2 breath, Cant take this sand of rocks in my hand, Living the limit cast fortune and shine so shall I be baptisized in the valley of rhymes, Days will pass which speech is complete, Take me world cause you cant see the soul in me, maybe a print what identifies me now seek fallen 2 this message, That's very well respected also blessed with 2 catch what's destine 2 believe in this legend...
Explain this feelings one day as you lay there sleep, But everyday you wake up its a different story but deja-vu in this out spoken land.
Pleasure and Practice becomes 2 always knock heads but Drama and Static aint trying 2 be locked up or dead.
Music is Love unleashed 2 the ears of us peers listen 2 begin how life is not without sin tears of an clown or a thug with drugs, guns, living on the run on living without love watching for the dove.
Praying 2 nuns survive then realize its proper with prize, poetry, positivistic, until the end of time.
Hell is what you live and see killing everyday, Be with pride hold steady for another day.
Bishop B
Just stopped by to tell you I enjoy reading your poetry. Sure wish I could write that well.
"Ghetto Gladiator" is a great title for a poem. This poem is written really well. It has great descriptive substance, and it has a lot of meaning. I enjoy, also, the atmospheric appeal to this. My shit is just shit, you know. I'm all about the jive. But this here, what you've written is some really good stuff. It's real-to-life like, profound effect type stuff. I'll be reading lots more of your poetry.