My Life Poem by Bianca Baier

a way for the day,
i light for the night,
like wayne said,
what am i doing right,
i pray every single day,
for those that now lay,
in the ground,
never again to make a sound,
i can't help but wonder,
why i can't surender,
i live the same life,
that brought familys nothing but strife,
but ima soldia,
never foget what i told ya,
Hold ur head up high,
even if it's all a lie,
you gotta be strong,
even though what happened was wrong..
Ive had family die,
and there was no reason why,
im not talkin about accidents,
i mean there life is actualy on sombodys concince,
its like a contest,
to see who can put more holes in his chest,
and i guess that make you the best,
Ha! thats were you get it twisted,
what happend to the old fashion,
go out back throw your hands,
atleast then the beef wasn't long lastin.
but now you gotta be blastin,
when u do it,
its more than rappin,
its out there reqally happinin,
now it ain't just talkin,
and may god help those no longer walkin...