Poems from brillz
is it wierd if i say i dont have a home
but everyday i go to a house i sleep in a bed
i see my family
is it wrong to say i've been...
is it wrong i want it all
is it wrong to want success
they tell me no because of the color of my skin
i tell them my people's story
they...
you can tell them i've been through hell and back
tell em i couldnt take it
say they got the best of me
tell they were wrong
thats what you...
words that flow on this page
they bring me joy they bring me pain
gives me a feeling i cannot explain
the joy is in the feeing it brings...
it's like a battle feild out here
stray bullets everywhere
but its like there all aimed at me
i dont understand why
the silly thing about...