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This tear is dedicated. To those incarcerated. In search of something sacred. Yet all they find is hatred. This tear is dedicated to all the youth,. Who have been violated by neglect and abuse. This tear is dedicated to all the men who can t cry Even though they ve seen so many loved ones die. This tear is dedicated To all the young lives gone in haste Hoping GOD S grace has led them to a better place. This tear is dedicated to The Innocent born as victims, Due to the infliction of their parent s addictions. This tear is dedicated to The Hustlers tortured by indecision, Wishin they could find a better way to make a livin . This tear is dedicated to all of those lost in The Maze of Sin, Let us pray for the day in which we won t have to cry again. This tear is dedicated. By:Da*Link*Went Hater: I hate you if you think I`m stupid and play me for a joke. Send me to prison or to war but you won`t respect my vote. If you without cause, cause my brothers and sisters casualty, I hate you, I hate your badge, and I hate your senseless brutaility. If you disrespect my Mother, and call my sister a %#&@$!, Yeah I hate you, and everything that you stand for. I hate your money, I hate your car, and I hate your house! Since it all came from the filth that came from your mouth! If you kill my family by selling us alcohol, guns and crack, that is cruel and I would be a fool not to hate you for doin` that. If you are makin` money from our death and or our pain, Yeah I hate you, and I hate the Game. Call me a HATER. By:Da*Link*Went Ice Grill: Smiles fell from my face when I got older. It seems as if they ve placed the burdens of the city on my shoulders. I hate watching drug dealers floss their Mercedes, When the deeds of their hands causes crack babies. The children care more for wealth Than they care about any one else. Including themselves.We have so few places to have fun Yet we have so many places to find guns. Love onesincarcerated, Neighborhoods dilapidated, Narcotics keep us sedated. Trying to find hope while lost in hatred. Our poets go into recording studios and lie about how they kill, drug deal, Rob and steal, For a record deal. Go platinum move out to a big house on the hill and chill. While back on the streets we die for real. After seeing the consequence of greed, it has lost it s appeal. Pain and memories concealed behind my Ice Grill. By:Da*Link*Went If I Could: I could cry out and scream hoping that you would hear my every word, or I could just watch you walk on by and let the message go unheard. I could be lazy, feel self pity, weep, sulk and complain. But I`d rather be strong and press on toward a positive change. I could blame my family and society for what they`ve failed to give. Instead of letting the strength inside of me dictate the life I live. I could be selfish and worry about me and all the things I need. Or invest the same effort toward trying to feed my seeds. I could accept the violence and drugs that destroy our neighborhood. But I wish to replace that grief with peace, sincerely if I Could. By:Da*Link*Went Imagination: Imagine if Christopher Wallace and Tupac Shakur were still alive Imagine they squashed beef and survived to publicly apologize. Imagine Sean Puffy Combs and Suge Knight shaking hands Talking out things man to man And making mutual multimillion-dollar plans. Imagine a combined crew of all four Taking their talents and money on tour. Imagine sold out concert halls and millions on the dance floor. Imagine Big and Pac on stage making the crowd roar. Imagine if they made money until they could spend no more And used what they had left to provide for the poor. IMAGINE By:Da*Link*Went Dalinkwent Monday,May 5,2003 Where I`m From: See I come from the home of the braveheart 9-29of 85 was born the grimey retared.A dalinkwent to the streets I was all ready taughtitandany stuggle you don been through I donalready fought it.From guns and knifesand family and friends loseing their lifes.I saw my baby sister loss ta the bullets of a baby nine, back in `99 when Shawn Carter came with his(Life and Times) my life was slowly headed int its deadline.A dalinkwent to the streets all I knew was the guter so when the streets was never safe I use to lay in the guter and until this day my blood will with the guter. Survive I needed help. But no one would lend a helpin` hand. I went for self. `Cause nobody gave a damn. And now I`m out here on my own. Trying to survive. I`m all alone. And surprised that I`m still alive. I close my eyes. So that the world will disappear. As I try to do away with all my fears. What happened to my peers? Yo, it`s just not fair. They`re no longer here. And nobody cares. I`m under so much stress and strain. But I can take it. If I can endure all this pain. One day I`ll make it. I MUST SURVIVE. By:Da*Link*Went > |
