my first poem a little story i made up i dont know be as harsh as you can i wana get better. shot in the head, thought to be dead ressurected at death, not his last breath war crys a lie, nice try pulled out of a sleep, wounds bled deep revenge on his mind, nows not the time lost in the game, never the same swallowed up at a young age, filled with much rage bought his nine, cost only a dime thinking what to do, not about who asked around, was deep in a bound talked to his homie, was this dude lee armys assembled, only to resemble driving himself insane, waitin for his reign impossible to find, was this a sign lookin for this lee, not able to see day by day wasted time, he was just another in line time passed on, found out what went on days after bein shot, lee deserved what he got held up it was a jack, not able to hold his stack shot in the head six times, his past only crimes when heard somethin snapped,now only trapped time speant wasted, spendin it pasted now like lee, unable to see only worst, putin people in the hurst this man was cursed
