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"Tha Poet"



Two lost souls walking two different paths,

But they seem so similar-With the questions that get asked.

About our present and past-And what about the future,

What do you look forward to-What do you want to do?

What are your goals in life?- Do you plan to write?

I have no answers right now-I'm too lost right now,

Too blind to see-Exactly what's ahead of me.

Tomorrow is not a given-In this life that I'm living,

So I only live for today-Never forgetting.

What I've been through-It's made me who I am,

And who I will be-I'm doing the best I can.

Walking through the darkness-With no sense of direction,

No type of protection-Except for my words.

Is this the valley of the shadow of death?- Is this all I have left?

Will I be heard?- I'm left with these questions,

Stuck guessing-Without a thing in sight.

I'm unsure of what's wrong and right-Only one person,

I feel understands my hurting-And my struggle.

He walks with me-Although a different path,

Encountering the same demons-Trying to pass.

Both feeling lost-Helping to find each other,

Sharing a common bond-Becoming poetic brothers.

I recognize his pain- It's almost the same,

Being pushed back by hate- No respect for our names.

Both striving for greatness- Putting our talent to use,

This is a gift to us- While it's a hobby to you.

When I view his words- It's like looking at myself,

At my own struggles- Embodied by someone else.

Alone we're good- But together we're great,

Joining two seperate thoughts- On one single page.

Seeming so similar-It's two lost souls,

World be prepared-It's Tha Poet and POE



"Tha Poetic Son"



Two different souls - Yet cut from the mold

Living a life - Feeling out of control

Seeking refuge... From words we use

Then getting hated on - For paying our dues?

Most couldn't live the life we write

Funny thing is... That's really our life

Threw that rain, sleet, and snow

Arouse sacred gifts - Named Poet and POE

You can sit - You can yap

But don't deny that

We'll fuck around and write - Then push your wig back

Real recognize real - Most don't look familiar

When Poet write - Its like Im viewing a mirror

He's seen what ive seen - Done what ive done

When we destroy - Its easy and fun

Im black - While he's white

Where can you hide - This is darkness and light

Basically... The best of both sides

What we're doing - Is revolutionizing this game

No more "where are thou" - That was cool then

But now - Its lame

Ive felt the pain and the hardships

But now this is our shit

Feeling untouchable - When me and my poetic brother write this

Love this - Embrace this

Cause soon you going to pay for this

Im really wondering... How can you hate this?

God forbid we go... How can you replace this?

Your witnessing the future unfold

Millennium poets

Poet and POE



HoLLA