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To Johnny
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To Johnny |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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To Johnny I liked my life as a small child, Johnny and I use to kick it all the time, We use to test the patience of our moms, They always chase ourselves home, Life got better as I shift places, Opportunities arise while I still faced- Was labeled as just another race, I miss Johnny in these rough times, Dealing with the pain through these rhymes, My mom’s didn’t know what I felt inside, She had her own stuff through shift through, Morning comes and I let them tears ride, Homie ain’t around to keep me from sliding, Big boys at the school be takin my stuff, A little roughed up boy, No more playing games with Johnny, Life got better? Nah- This stuff is getting major… To Johnny, rest in peace homie. Ronil (A mask for everyday. Imagine a life without them.) |
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MidnightSon Member
since 2002-05-15
Posts 312between the gutter & the stars |
a eulogy that reads with the edginess you seem to be feeling inside. losing good pals and outliving the good times is never somethin easy to deal with... sometimes the rhymes help though... it's our struggle for identity that leaves us all unknown |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Wow. A wonderful eulogy and remembrance. Said if I only could ... |
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