response to SPEN's girl's poem

response to spensolo’ girls poem
Current mood: artistic

SPENSOLO's GIRL original blog entry

Disillusioned
Blind lost in an endless obsticle illusion , wich is life!
No light at the end of the tunnel , no outlet to my thoughts constant battle.
Self inflected Brain Splatter
Lifes are shattered of those that really matter.
By the eyes with judgemental patterns ruled to live by
sociiaties standards of the wacked out minds.
No self confidence that they fight to hide.
Only the strong survive
Made strong only by living off lies.
I learned that from an angel I met in time.
The right time , never to come to the closed minds!
Right way signs
Changed my thought pattern, true life standards.
Spiritually guided to what really matters.
Mispreseptions lost
My prespective on life now never to be clouded.
due to surroundings that dont matter .

Thank you Spen for helping me see life in the right prespective, opening my eyes to what really matters. I love you !!!

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MY RESPONSE


ive been blinded by the light and lost in a bleek maze
amazed by what i write despite abusin white n shades
inflicting burglary on my own property dopemine
seratonin surgery and hurtin those that so close to me
sayin ima stay sober but a life of endless employment
depression stray closer and chemicals might end deployment
but really what i need is to be close to mi hermano
first spen then betz, cohib, fuk hoes n blanco
a souljah isnt born he has to be trained
lessons learned must replace lies in our brain
never felt an angel but demons and devils
attacked in a physical pressence and dreams they mettled
and the only reason i believe in god allah christ or heavenly souljahs
cuz i know the devil real, walked out a methlab with scarred shoulders
now i pray erry day, but not on my knees
stand tall with my cap on to show that he above me
got that from judism, got knowledge from koran
read many different bibles that conflict, but who is wrong?
i cant say
so lets just say
i got faith
cuz my brother okay
and for my family sake i finna reform my life
i know my soul is at stake, and when i look at this knife
that switch quick, complete opposite to who gave me the gift
it was his most prized posession, but still it; he parted with
cuz life aint all about good times and getting rich
not about throwing hand signs or loadin up clips
not concentrated round dimes n brand new whips
its about those u luv and livin righteous