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Stefanie (imcut4you) wrote,
@ 2003-11-04 17:57:00
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    Current mood: horny
    Current music:None.

    Poem, written' by Derek.
    I'm creepin' through yo hood,
    Dressed up all in blue,
    You kno I keep my gangsta,
    My name itself is tru.

    I got 2 niggas in the back,
    'N my homie to mah right,
    No matter what beef we see,
    We always down to fight.

    We run up like some G's,
    So you know we forreal,
    We see the fear in your eyes,
    Before you get your skull peel'd.

    You runnin' to the police,
    Then you runnin' on home,
    Screamin' to yo mama,
    "I think they shot mah dome!"

    You marked as a bitch,
    'Cause you faded mah name,
    You might as well be dead,
    Tryin' to fuck wit' mah game.

    'Cause I'm as real as they come,
    'n I simply don't give a fuck,
    In my life if you die,
    You simply ran outta luck.

    'Cause you live day by day,
    Doin' the things you can,
    But when a nigga test you,
    You gotta prove 'em a man.

    When I caught that case,
    'n I went to the penn,
    All I could do was pray,
    'n ask God to forgive mah sins.

    But niggas always pushin' you,
    Tryin' to see what you about,
    'n you catch a bullshit case,
    'cause you got to knock 'em out.

    Sellin' cigarettes 'n commisary,
    Like I'm back on the streets,
    Knockin' on mah bunk,
    Like you goin' trick or treat.

    I'm jus' tryin' to get mah hustle,
    I'm jus' tryin' to get mines,
    I'm jus' tired of bullshit money,
    Pullin' twomps 'n dimes.

    I'm jus' tired of mah life,
    'n how it seems to flow,
    I'm tired of lookin' over my shoulder,
    To see if it's mah time to go.

    I'm jus' tryin' to get mah shit straight,
    So I can start a life like normal,
    I already messed up my childhood,
    From toys to goin' to mah formal.

    I'm ready to start changin',
    But it's hard to change who you are,
    But I know if I don't start now,
    I'll end up wit' life behind bars...

    ~*Derek Davenport*~

    Right now I'm kinda pissed/sad. I'm pissed becuz 2 of my really really good guy friends are leavin' me!!

    Jason- Moved to IL, and told me that he would be back today. I'm really pissed... But another part of me is kinda glad, cuz hes the one that everyone thought I was cheating on Chris with. Which is fucked up. Hes like a brother.

    Derek- Has court tomorrow and is prolly going to jail! :( I'm not happy about that... Makes me sad.. We don't hang out very much anymore. Me and Kelli are supose to go with him tonight. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna... He has 3 kinds of weed! :) So I think we're gonna go smoke with him and chill... Chris won't be to happy about it but Derek's my friend.. its not my fault that he don't like 'em... I asked Chris if he could come over and he was like "I don't think I can but I'm sure Derek will" fuck that...
    I'm out. Late.



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