What are you doing <br />it is so boring <br />sitting home <br />all alone <br />with no one <br />to scorn <br />playing the games <br />we always play <br />as we may <br />lets pray <br />for better days <br />in this circus <br />of mercuiful <br />stop giving <br />your body up <br />for a high <br />that will <br />surely pass <br />you by <br />for a lay <br />that give you <br />six feet <br />to pray <br />the streets <br />are mean <br />for green(money) <br />it don't <br />play to pay <br />lets clean <br />our house <br />we are <br />in a drought (great depression) <br />it comes from <br />within (love) <br />fun of <br />kisses and hugs <br />no rubs <br />to scrumb <br />them craving <br />for a scrubs <br />stay away <br />from illusions <br />they only <br />leave you <br />in confusion <br />dropp all <br />your worries <br />let God <br />take away them <br />in a hurry <br />your sins <br />lead you <br />to a path <br />that will <br />surely last <br />not your past <br />STOP <br />before the <br />beige <br />city under seige <br />please <br />we are all <br />we need <br />Stop <br />for our <br />generation <br />kids, you and me <br />Stop<br /><br />LaRon Green Sr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stop-61/
