Writing for Publication
Life
Life is a funny thing some people grow to be a lot of things.
Some grow up to be actor’s rappers; shoot even some grow up to sing
But life sometimes isn’t nice
Life can be dangerous you can get stabbed in the back
AYE WATCHOUT FOR THAT KNIFE
That’s what we wish someone would say but it’s always too late
I wish life was like a box of cereal frosted flakes I wish everything could just be GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT it’s NEVER TO LATE TO ESCAPE AND CONCENTRATE ON YOUR PASSION
PURSURE YOUR PASSION NEVER LET SOMEONE BRING YOU DOWN WHAT YOU SAD FOR CLOWN? TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN…..


OBAMA OBAMA OBAMA
Obama Obama Obama, as the first black president you brought a lot of drama
You made a lot of people sick you sent them to the Er ….Trauma
But hey it doesn’t matter you capture and killed Osama
Obama Obama Obama you made history
They thought a black man in office mmmmhm what a mystery…..







Friends
Friends are just pretend that’s the motto I always stood by
One minute there here then a minute later it’s goodbye
But why cry friends come and go
One second it’s like I like that outfit then a second later
Doesn’t she look like an oh no
We can’t control how life goes
See friends are very tricky
It’s like a guessing game you have to pick them right
I wish friends were like twenty dollar bills
To find out whose real just pick them to the light.
















What’s love?

What’s love?
That’s a question I ask myself everyday
We all want somebody
We don’t want to be stray
When we find love
It feels like a payday
But then again love can get you hurt
What a gray day
There are a lot of lessons to love
But it seems like we never have the right teacher
Sometimes love happens accidentally
It just sneaks up on you
What a creeper
Sometimes Love hurts so bad
We release anger through the mouth
What a bleeper….






Why
Why do people lie?
Why do people try?
Committing sins everyday all people do is lie
But why lie
Becacause if you lied that means you didn’t try
And At the end of the day
You will end up with a cry
See I never had much
Never had a touch
But I still managed to make it now what’s up

Somebody
I am somebody that’s what my momma always told me
No matter what you go through just say to yourself I am somebody
No matter what he say or she say just say I am somebody
They said I’ll never become anything
You’ll in up in jail like the rest of them
You end up dead with the grim
Athlete More like shooting in the Texas correctional gym
After all that I still yelled I AM SOMEBODY