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 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]Category Date
 That's How I Roll The Dice Congratulations 8/26/2017
 Fat Joe In The Undertow Love 8/26/2017
 Below There's A Bucket Insight 8/25/2017
 Summer Breeze Love 8/25/2017
 A Notion Of Laughter Love 8/25/2017
 The Monk Congratulations 8/25/2017
 Supersonic Love 8/25/2017
 The Nigtmare Dedications 8/25/2017
 The Hollow Leaves Love 8/25/2017
 Suffer In Silence Love 8/24/2017
 Excuse Me While I Kiss The Sky Fantasy Poems 8/24/2017
 Buffalo Soldier Love 8/24/2017
 Dark Passages Spiritual Poems 8/24/2017
 The Quaint Cottage Inspirational Poems 8/24/2017
 Juliet Love 8/24/2017
 The Royal Crown Love 8/24/2017
 Darkened Devilish Resolve Love 8/23/2017
 We Are The Lord's Love 8/23/2017
 The Hound Of Heaven Love 8/23/2017
 Alone In My Room Love 8/23/2017
 Blinded By Sight Love 8/23/2017
 Rap Is Not Dead Misc 8/22/2017
 Desire Birthdays 8/22/2017
 I'm Dreaing Of Love Congratulations 8/22/2017
 There is A God And Your Not Him Love 8/22/2017
 The Diary Love 8/22/2017
 Inner Silence Love 8/21/2017
 Marissa Love 8/21/2017
 The Illusion Love 8/21/2017
 Poetry From The Heart A Series Part I Love 8/21/2017
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That's How I Roll The Dice

That's How I Roll The Dice

Knock on wood
I'm back in the hood
Acting like the late famed Natalie Wood
Life sure ain't what it used to be
In fact it's a bit of a mystery
Many live it out how they see in misery
Bu that's not living in reality
Yet we came this far not to turn around
Can't turn back when your hands on the plow
Many give up way to early
Try to change the actual story
But i still live for my lord up above
Many thoughts get swept underneath the rug
i'm just looking for love and a big hug
People are strange when your a stranger
Out on your own in immediate danger
Yet that's how i roll
Getting caught in its undertow
We have every right to know
Inside we hide behind four walls that bind
Society once could see but today they are actually blind
you can have everything you want but be empty inside
That's how i roll see you on the flip side

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