My English class poems
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I got an A 
Tears of Beer (sumwhere, sumhow)
Pour out a tall one,
for homies long gone.
Hate to see the pain arise,
but everyday, someone dies.
So pour it out as the tears take form
picture a baby, at the wake, is born
the daddy? he's in the casket;
words were said, it got drastic.
It's sad, words make a person rethink themselves
and do something stupid, hazardous to their health.
sometimes life feels so hopeless, life feels so wrong,
kneeling in a rainy cemetary at night, just to say so long.
What a tragedy, death is born
conceived and deceased, before the spirit is formed.
Life is given, life is take away,
why fear death? We all die someday.
Tears of Blood (when your soul cries)
I transmit the message, from the pen to the pad
to let you know what it's like when life really is that bad.
Spawn of society, product of the times
just tryin' to let you know through rhymes,
that are poetic in my views,
just scribbles in yours, but that's just you.
I would rather trade life for death,
than collect a check before I earn respect
as a modern-day Poe with a raven at my chamber door,
Quoth this line, nevermore.
Tears of Beer (sumwhere, sumhow)
Pour out a tall one,
for homies long gone.
Hate to see the pain arise,
but everyday, someone dies.
So pour it out as the tears take form
picture a baby, at the wake, is born
the daddy? he's in the casket;
words were said, it got drastic.
It's sad, words make a person rethink themselves
and do something stupid, hazardous to their health.
sometimes life feels so hopeless, life feels so wrong,
kneeling in a rainy cemetary at night, just to say so long.
What a tragedy, death is born
conceived and deceased, before the spirit is formed.
Life is given, life is take away,
why fear death? We all die someday.
Tears of Blood (when your soul cries)
I transmit the message, from the pen to the pad
to let you know what it's like when life really is that bad.
Spawn of society, product of the times
just tryin' to let you know through rhymes,
that are poetic in my views,
just scribbles in yours, but that's just you.
I would rather trade life for death,
than collect a check before I earn respect
as a modern-day Poe with a raven at my chamber door,
Quoth this line, nevermore.
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