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My life is on the line,

I gotta write, I have to write

Cause these lines

are my life



I used to dream of being like Fred Wesley playing my bone on stages

 for top scale wages

Dreams like these were interrupted

Deffered by life the moment I lived through crises

My pen became my vise it..

comforted me through the darkess days

It soothed the beast, my violent ways

It caused me to look and be observant

Look again at situations

I'd now become His servant



So I gotta write

I have to write

Cause these lines are my life



I gotta write because I'm tired of my son listening to Bullshyte

Lyrical nonsense!

Talking 'bout nothing or what seems quite irrelevant

If in conscience these words from sound does he take heed

I'd rather it be from his fathers pen that bleeds

This "thing" that evolved from the real Hip-Hop

causing delusions and confusing has to stop

So I write ryhmes that reflect the real deal

so that my son will know the difference

between the fantasy-- and what's real



So I gotta write

I have to write

cause these lines

Are my life



I gotta write because in my lowest point in life God spoke to me

-Rather through me-See

The gift he gave me was revealed when I didn't even know him

It came through me from him in a poem

From then on my life has changed

My focus was now focused

My path was rearranged

No more sorrows,No more depression

My poetry is----My Therapy

That's said without question

My so-called fiends where exposed and replaced

My lost-loves ..A memory

My past.. A disgrace

Words are now my love they come even as I slumber

Flying around my head like a helicopter

Forming in my head like a teleprompter

I gotta write

Because now I just can't quit

I'm now with the Houz of Repz

I guess that makes me a H-O-R Hor for this shyte



So I gotta write

I have to write

cause these lines

Are my life



I gotta write because subconsciencely

My 9 to 5 doesn't fulfill me

Sure, On the surface I am confidence and smiles

But beneath the surface

There's a poet inside

I'm tired!

Tired of accepting who I've become over who I am!

Tired of depending on others

to give me what I can

My right!

My right to fufill my dreams it screams out to me

waiting to be heard

So much is going on

And noone says a word

I -HAVE -TO- RETALIATE..SO - I CREATE

MY WRITING IS MY FIGHTING

AND MY FIGHT IS MY RIGHT!!!!!



SO I GOTTA WRITE!

I HAVE TO WRITE!

CAUSE THESE LINES

ARE MY LIFE!

AND MY LIFE-IS ON- THE LINE!!!!!!!
B.Alexander 2007

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