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The most beautiful blue sky comes after a day of rain, The most beautiful art comes from a place of pain, Some of the wisest people we claim to be insane, These worldly people are evil, ice reigns in their veins,
Moved by oppression, culture call it cult seen sin the streets a night outrageous fights, pain and thoughts of pain satisfies the heart an addiction or habit just takes It all away a state in mind out of space
Everyday that I awake I thank the creator for the day then I brush my teeth with toothpaste and wash my face. As I pray for my sake Lord my soul is yours to keep, guide me through this day and keep me safe like a sheep
Shafts of light shatter the morning skyBeyond the horizon, black clouds loom    Juxtaposed seriously  The effervescence of dew shines underfootThe mellifluous patter of feet    Working harmoniously 
Was never one to listen to mother    Normally straying from the beaten path             On this day I came upon another        Spying, sneaking, seeking to forge his wrath     
Red was little She lived in the Hood Being alone was just no good. She went to Granny's In her low-rider Blasting 2Pac
Once upon a time In a land of song and rhyme Was a girl named Little Red With a hood upon her head Who traveled through the wood Carrying all the cookies that she could To Grandma’s comfy home
My art’s wack, but no discrimination; Destroy the use of alliteration- I’d take the use of rhythm & rhyme over drawing and shading anytime;
If this was you,  what would you do? Cave under pressure?, Play sick like you got the flu?, Nah, can't do that, I got the team on my shoulders, No coffee to wake me up,
My life is my canvas Everyday a new struggle Everyday a new scar  
Everyone Dreams But I dream differently Everyone wants to achieve But I want it vividly Family is my motivation
"OMG you too Ms. Imani?You see I... I thought I was the only"Thats what this young girl said to meas she glared at meno longer feeling lonely.
Today I offered My glasses To the unfortunate soul Who was chosen To read what was on the blackboard.   So pale he was, Like a vampire, That unfortunate soul.  
Youth. Innocent, playful, potential victim. Seeing the real world first hand, scared.
Our principal hates the things we stride for From equal love to sense of style No Sir You will not quiet our souls We will rise and stand for what we proposed  No Sir You cannot silence our mouths
I'm from clothes, shoes, ipods, and iphones Lip gloss, mirrors... I stay fly as them all I'm from rice and beans, Prince Fried Chiken Fast food to soul food cooking in the kitchen
You mean when a caterpillar liquefies itself into a butterfly?      Just melting in ice   Or the transformation within the belly from embryo to a bundle of joy?     Cute cuddly darling.  
REAL NIGGAS, define as a man who pack heat, but then dead on the street. REAL NIGGAS, make love to a women and leave with no return, but another person scar and burn.
This my dedication to Pac. I sizzle and pop like crack rock. It’s like Snoop Dogg walking Round the boondocks. This tune pops like something Outta an mc’s mixtape, With drugs, alcohol, and
Did you know that the backwords spelling of the word saggin  is the word niggas? Well, isn't that something. It's a bit ironic because the world has embraced both terms with open arms like a mother
Take me out to play Take me out to write Do not delay I am in the lime light My words dripped down In my genes it does rain I am a writer in this town Words I have slain
  When the world is spinning A bit too fast And as much as you try Your heart’s path comes last And you remember the days Of trying so hard to try To follow those dreams
    I  just want  to learn to open my mind And absorb whats inside  so tonight  I lie With a deep thriving drive To explore and expand what 's mines Before the cage bird dies
  Momma said "boy be a doctor to take care of my problems when I'm old."
 Momma said "boy be a lawyer to take care of the problems of the Unrepresented and the poor"

A million times I’ve told you before Not to travel alone at dark It’s impossible to even the score For there’s a beast within the park It’s eating the livestock It’s eating your kin
The sun beaming down on us,tanned skins roaming andaccent heavy tongues licking piragua.Everyone is gathered;the children running with bare feet through the crescent fall of summer relief spritzing from the hydrant.
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