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NOTHING TO FEAR: BYAN UNKNOWN POET
Well I, look at you
I never, took like you
Got hooked or cooked that shit like you
They can even, throw the book at you
But you, got scared and shook like, too
I don't even know what it's like to,
Be that screwed
Wake up in a sweat like,
I don't want to
be like you
But this game you played,
Aint even, fame you made
You aint even, sane you said
You aint even a man, you dead
I wonder how you hold up that head
Talk like street for you cred
Talk like sheep for you bread
Cut like cheap for that ched
I know you want to
be Thug life
Live like thug strife, be that knife,
Empty out like slugs be on a life,
I know you want to
be that nice
Wanna wear on that ice,
Shake those dice
But it aint gonna happen
You may as well, be that wife
I got, news for you
In case you didn't hear
It's over, it's done
It's a brand new year
You're finished, you're history
You're nothing to fear
You may as well go home
Before things get severe
I don't want to
come out
like a gangsta, I'm calm
I don't want to
seem like
I'm vicious, or do no wrong
I just want to
know you can
hear this song
You can, fear for this long
You better shed tears for this song
You better…

UNTITLED
ARTIST: UNKNOWN
Black heart fears in a dream I had
floating through places I couldn't touch
the whispy shapes slipping through my fingers
Seeing eyes which could not look back
Feeling pain which didn't seem to be mine
I am reaching for something beyond my grasp
I want to have it, to make it mine
I want to capture it, for it sets me free
Longing to be held in utero
alone, yet enclosed in the warmth of love
I seek that touch which never ceases
I long for the embrace which cannot end
to be lost in an eternal peacefulness
where love surrounds existence
and I feel as though I am complete
like a sculpture crafted to perfection
I am a work of art, I am the painting
drawn by many hands and hearts
I am each stroke and each brush
on the...