On Some Real Shiet

[Sanford - V. President of the Dangerous Crew Movement]

Yes I write my own poetry, so be impressed,
With finesse, I write to think back and map the days out as I reminisce
Or sometimes, I may switch it up and submit a wrench , And speak on the sole purpose just to convince,
Others that I posses a defense that is too imperial for anyone not to confess.
But most don't show respect because my words may be to far fetched for them to make sense.
But my poetry is always on fire like incense while the messages are always concretely intense,
Like seeing a person stress and choke because the lack of fresh breath,
You then only rent to pay attention to them when death sets in and theres nothing left.
You'll rest your hand on their head  and delicatly press, while realizing “what a mess.”
Spent on being the best, but you've failed the test as you shout out in distress
Meshed illiterate thoughts, thats why I say “common sense is not common,”
Logic is symbolic, because often the same people experience the same problems without caution,
Their soul slowly becomes to soften, then they seek guidance from readings of religious profits,
But only to retreat when they are pointed in darkness, where they are seen as  psychotics,
And find it ironic, cause they think everything has to be erotic to be exotic,
Thats when I run up and solve it, without anybodys involvement.

But somethin' tells me you may comment, but can't comprehend what I may speak,
You couldn't conceive even if this speech was set on repeat.
I don't teach, but believe all you have to do is put your hand out and reach,
Because defeat will have your name engraved on cemented concrete.
So seek guidance because everyday people are reborn,
Beg for more and remember only when they are kicked out the door,
You deserve to be warned, but most around you don’t show concern when informed,
So, you'll get burned and I'll breath in and out a new fresh air,
An air that is too valuable to spare on someone who doesn't care.
If you scared, stay seated in your chair,
If you dare, stand up and prepare,
For life to be unfair, and your ego to be too far damaged for any type of repair.
Stare and you may not see the signs,
You'll be blind because all the signs come from behind.
That’s when I'll tap you on the back and press rewind,
And you'll realize that time can go back only in your mind,
Still stuck on replyin‘, everything will make you surprised, while ill be flyin in my prime,
That’s when ill hide my face and yell out from the other side, while you get mad and cry,
"That’s what I call Genuine!" -(Gen-u-ine)

[QuietTruth]

Damn, you got writing skills.

The vocabulary, sentence structure and shit is solid. That's a real good thing!

Keep that shit up homie!!

[QuietTruth]

Propz.

[Sanford - V. President of the Dangerous Crew Movement]

Damn, you got writing skills.

The vocabulary, sentence structure and shit is solid. That's a real good thing!

Keep that shit up homie!!

thanks mang, for sure!   

props.   

[grandaddyblwn]

suckin my dick is the realest ull get u bitch ass nigga u got wat u get ur a pathetic piece of shit that hoe supportin u iz a snitch

[QuietTruth]

Speak proper nigga.

[Sanford - V. President of the Dangerous Crew Movement]

suckin my dick is the realest ull get u bitch ass nigga u got wat u get ur a pathetic piece of shit that hoe supportin u iz a snitch

you need some prozack.

["THE" MoSav]

you are a very good writer doggy, you should ghostwrite for Tony Yayo  you could help his sagging career..

[Sanford - V. President of the Dangerous Crew Movement]

you are a very good writer doggy, you should ghostwrite for Tony Yayo  you could help his sagging career..

 

id rather right for 50, atleast make me SOME money.   

props for that!