<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:42:19.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FLOETRY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-1363221790560874518</id><published>2009-05-29T01:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:35:58.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MYFLOETRY: I PRAY IV ME</title><content type='html'>My mother always doubted us,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what she was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Our fathers left us, he was all we needed.&lt;br /&gt;7 brothers, 5 sisters &amp; only one me,&lt;br /&gt;But everyone started leaving.&lt;br /&gt;So then my dream decease.&lt;br /&gt;That's when it became hard to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My thought's wouldn't allow me neither,&lt;br /&gt;So I barley lived at peace.&lt;br /&gt;You can also tell by the way I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I looked cold, either with a blanket or sheet.&lt;br /&gt;My hands folded together, set between my knees.&lt;br /&gt;If God answer anyone of you, tell him about me!&lt;br /&gt;Or for now on I should change the way I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;My hands together right under my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;That may solve the problem, because I can only pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;Please lord help me delete,...&lt;br /&gt;All these bad memories, that's hanging over me.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-1363221790560874518?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1363221790560874518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/myfloetry-i-pray-iv-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/1363221790560874518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/1363221790560874518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/myfloetry-i-pray-iv-me.html' title='MYFLOETRY: I PRAY IV ME'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-6079657595089417677</id><published>2009-05-01T00:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:52:37.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY:NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sfp_8SpeSuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YW7wu-0jnF8/s1600-h/ronsleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sfp_8SpeSuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YW7wu-0jnF8/s320/ronsleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330713782721071842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my nightmare came true &lt;br /&gt;Please don't be surprise &lt;br /&gt;George Bush Dies &lt;br /&gt;And out comes all the lies&lt;br /&gt;Tupac the next day performs on B.E.T live&lt;br /&gt;In a interview tells us why he wanted to die&lt;br /&gt;Few days later O.J confess to Jessica's murder&lt;br /&gt;Then says he wasn't trying to hurt her&lt;br /&gt;At the NBA finals 2009&lt;br /&gt;Magic Johnson reveal the cure&lt;br /&gt;He saves the H.I.V world&lt;br /&gt;And the F.B.I was involved in Jones Town &lt;br /&gt;The massacre in Guyana&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charles arrested &lt;br /&gt;For setting up Princess Diana&lt;br /&gt;Only If my nightmare came true&lt;br /&gt;Although some things are better off&lt;br /&gt;If you never knew.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-6079657595089417677?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6079657595089417677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/floetrynightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/6079657595089417677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/6079657595089417677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/floetrynightmare.html' title='FLOETRY:NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sfp_8SpeSuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YW7wu-0jnF8/s72-c/ronsleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-438105779152358655</id><published>2009-04-28T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:40:37.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MYFLOETRY:22 YEAR OLD EYES</title><content type='html'>22yrz thru my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Everything I seen I still don't believe.&lt;br /&gt;I seen a lot of dude's snitch.&lt;br /&gt;I seen a lot of dude's talk to there man's chick.&lt;br /&gt;It f*cked up a squad &amp; a couple of friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I seen a lot of chicks set G'z up.&lt;br /&gt;She pretty as hell, so he wanted to f*ck.&lt;br /&gt;H.I.V ruin both of there luck.&lt;br /&gt;I seen babies thrown in a ditch.&lt;br /&gt;I seen Moms high off that crack, coke, heroin,&lt;br /&gt;But the children loose &amp; the Pops drunk off boo's&lt;br /&gt;G'z die's in a car crash drinking grey goose.&lt;br /&gt;People putting sh*t in people L's for real.&lt;br /&gt;I seen life taken away in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Dude said you shouldn't of never fronted on me.&lt;br /&gt;I seen a lot of talent wasted, NBA over rated.&lt;br /&gt;I seen little dude's smoke at the age 11.&lt;br /&gt;And shorty got rapped &amp; killed, she was only 11.&lt;br /&gt;I never seen no one come back from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Better yet Heaven, so why should I believe it?&lt;br /&gt;Everything I seen, I still don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-438105779152358655?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/438105779152358655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/myfloetry22-year-old-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/438105779152358655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/438105779152358655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/myfloetry22-year-old-eyes.html' title='MYFLOETRY:22 YEAR OLD EYES'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-4995855546585146020</id><published>2009-04-07T23:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:50:14.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MYFLOETRY:MELO BIRD</title><content type='html'>I walked through life with a gun &amp; knife.&lt;br /&gt;My head in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;And my two fist balled up real tight.&lt;br /&gt;I came across a bird who's has gotten hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to fly and in due time it well die.&lt;br /&gt;Should I pick it up, heal it &amp; teach it how to fly?&lt;br /&gt;From what I've seen the bird was hurt badly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because no one took it's time out to guide.&lt;br /&gt;So I look up to the sky &amp; asked God why.&lt;br /&gt;Why everytime I walk there's birds fallen out the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Like always there's any reply.&lt;br /&gt;So I yelled to him with water in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;"Word to my mother this the last time"!!!&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the bird &amp; questioned it.&lt;br /&gt;If I heal your wounds &amp; you fly away, &lt;br /&gt;Will you ever stop and heal some along your way?&lt;br /&gt;It didn't reply in words but, &lt;br /&gt;Looked me straight in the eyes &amp; chirped.&lt;br /&gt;As the days went by the bird begined to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Fell a couple of times but still tried.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever seen how strong &amp; smart the bird became,&lt;br /&gt;you'll understand why I'm the man I am today.&lt;br /&gt;I walk through life with no gun nor knife,&lt;br /&gt;With my head held up &amp; two hands by my side,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the next bird to fall out the sky.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-4995855546585146020?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4995855546585146020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/myfloetrymelo-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/4995855546585146020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/4995855546585146020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/04/myfloetrymelo-bird.html' title='MYFLOETRY:MELO BIRD'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-5342880545215164052</id><published>2009-03-15T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:57:00.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY:POETRY MY LOVE</title><content type='html'>Poetry starts from the heart, &lt;br /&gt;Warms the soul &amp; spirit, &lt;br /&gt;Just before it departs...&lt;br /&gt;Poetry ends in your brain.&lt;br /&gt;Letting out all the steam.&lt;br /&gt;It can also be singed or rapped,&lt;br /&gt;Tupac did that...&lt;br /&gt;Poetry destination is in a pen &amp; wines up on paper, &lt;br /&gt;To be revealed to your friends, family &amp; haters...&lt;br /&gt;Poetry I'll marry you any day &amp; still be single,&lt;br /&gt;Because poetry sets me free&lt;br /&gt;Poetry understands me, so when poetry needs to be let out,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first to take the ink out!!!..&lt;br /&gt;Poetry my love, Poetry my love.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1PYnaMdKI/AAAAAAAAADI/wcXUE4CkZ3g/s1600-h/50suit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1PYnaMdKI/AAAAAAAAADI/wcXUE4CkZ3g/s320/50suit2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313490419681359010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-5342880545215164052?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5342880545215164052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/myfloetrypoetry-my-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/5342880545215164052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/5342880545215164052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/myfloetrypoetry-my-love.html' title='FLOETRY:POETRY MY LOVE'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1PYnaMdKI/AAAAAAAAADI/wcXUE4CkZ3g/s72-c/50suit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-1254181251500366068</id><published>2009-03-15T12:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:15:39.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOERTY:DEAR TIME PT.1</title><content type='html'>Dear Time...&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering was you an illusion&lt;br /&gt;To keep us humans at a certain pace&lt;br /&gt;Because everything is surrounded by dates&lt;br /&gt;And all of them holidays are fake&lt;br /&gt;Dear Time...&lt;br /&gt;If you're really real you understand how I feel&lt;br /&gt;You out live &amp; cheat us all&lt;br /&gt;Some don't even get a chance to walk or talk&lt;br /&gt;Most died feeling like me&lt;br /&gt;Not having enough to spread our wings&lt;br /&gt;Dear Time...&lt;br /&gt;Like everything &amp; everyone else you left me&lt;br /&gt;So I'm racing to catch you before my prime&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you slow down and wait&lt;br /&gt;Then other days you pick up pace, so it seems&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I tried to kill you, please don't tell&lt;br /&gt;Because I hear you always do.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-1254181251500366068?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1254181251500366068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/myfloertydear-time-pt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/1254181251500366068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/1254181251500366068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/myfloertydear-time-pt1.html' title='FLOERTY:DEAR TIME PT.1'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-8510962266904187567</id><published>2009-03-15T12:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:01:55.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MYFOETRY: DEAR TIME PT.2</title><content type='html'>Dear time...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be your friend no more&lt;br /&gt;You play to rough &amp; consistent&lt;br /&gt;I know I tried to kill you for all these years&lt;br /&gt;But still it's unfair, because when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;Dear time...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late today &amp; every other day&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if you can turn back the hands?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah you don't grant favors&lt;br /&gt;Dear time...&lt;br /&gt;Stop following me, because I'm surppose to be chasing you&lt;br /&gt;You're on my micowave, stove, dresser &amp; t.v set&lt;br /&gt;Your're also a bad dancer, all you do is dance in circles&lt;br /&gt;You make me dizzy.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1QgT9URBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oRxRtO6IxOA/s1600-h/50-tyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1QgT9URBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oRxRtO6IxOA/s320/50-tyme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313491651410543634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-8510962266904187567?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8510962266904187567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/myfoetry-dear-time-pt2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/8510962266904187567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/8510962266904187567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/myfoetry-dear-time-pt2.html' title='MYFOETRY: DEAR TIME PT.2'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1QgT9URBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oRxRtO6IxOA/s72-c/50-tyme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-3338762650371359145</id><published>2009-02-10T17:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:59:54.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY:REPLY TO MY LETTER</title><content type='html'>Dear Dad,.......&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Mom said you said&lt;br /&gt;"That child aint mine"&lt;br /&gt;For all these years you been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you &amp; me chilling all the time&lt;br /&gt;Watching football games&lt;br /&gt;Or even when your favorite college team was playing&lt;br /&gt;Nah I dont miss you&lt;br /&gt;Sike!, I'm just playing&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying though  &lt;br /&gt;if you can lay down &amp; have sex&lt;br /&gt;Why you not handling the real business,&lt;br /&gt;That comes after the sex?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that is me!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask to be here, &amp; either did he&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm ever gonna be a man&lt;br /&gt;Mom is a women, she couldn't handle me man&lt;br /&gt;I got suspended week after week&lt;br /&gt;My temper was hotter then heat&lt;br /&gt;The shoes I wore to school&lt;br /&gt;You could see the bottom of my feet&lt;br /&gt;I bleed from my foot so much&lt;br /&gt;That I became weak &lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees praying to God&lt;br /&gt;My pops won't hide no more from me&lt;br /&gt;He will start to seek, &lt;br /&gt;His only boy, yea thats me&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,.......&lt;br /&gt;A parent is your first &amp; best teacher I see&lt;br /&gt;I seen &amp; been through a couple of things you taught me&lt;br /&gt;From walking to getting up for work in the morning&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time &amp; a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;We never had a good relationship&lt;br /&gt;Having a Mom for me was like a meth&lt;br /&gt;Because bout time I woke up you already split&lt;br /&gt;Said you was going food shoping&lt;br /&gt;But you came back without s*%#&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happen to the money you went to go get?&lt;br /&gt;Let me guess, you spent?&lt;br /&gt;Spent time on the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;I got in problems but you never let me explain&lt;br /&gt;You took up for the other side,&lt;br /&gt;Just beat me like I was a easy game&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that I don't know if I'm a man or boy,&lt;br /&gt;A child or toy&lt;br /&gt;My life been played with so much&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try to touch, me&lt;br /&gt;I lost my love for you, I lost my joy&lt;br /&gt;I'm unhappy, to wake up everyday,&lt;br /&gt;So I stop to pray&lt;br /&gt;Dear God........&lt;br /&gt;They say you never leave our side&lt;br /&gt;And you got a plan for me&lt;br /&gt;But why you gave me this ride?&lt;br /&gt;The wheels keeps falling off as I'm in strive&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to drive?&lt;br /&gt;I was in a car crash the other day&lt;br /&gt;I almost died!&lt;br /&gt;Guess you gonna keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Like Mom &amp; Dad, without a reply.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1LqztGQEI/AAAAAAAAADA/TgVojlbpXgM/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1LqztGQEI/AAAAAAAAADA/TgVojlbpXgM/s320/car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313486334173003842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-3338762650371359145?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3338762650371359145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/floetryreply-to-my-letter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/3338762650371359145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/3338762650371359145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/floetryreply-to-my-letter.html' title='FLOETRY:REPLY TO MY LETTER'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1LqztGQEI/AAAAAAAAADA/TgVojlbpXgM/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-994161404635934701</id><published>2009-02-10T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:03:07.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY:DIFFERENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SZH5UFlH4fI/AAAAAAAAACY/gkSOKBl4NGM/s1600-h/D77.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SZH5UFlH4fI/AAAAAAAAACY/gkSOKBl4NGM/s320/D77.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301292359882367474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fear me because I am different,&lt;br /&gt;And being different in this world is a crime&lt;br /&gt;They fear me because there're unable to manipulate me&lt;br /&gt;They fear me because I used both,&lt;br /&gt;My brain &amp; heart to make my way&lt;br /&gt;They fear me because I am street smart&lt;br /&gt;They fear me because I am educated,&lt;br /&gt;And still strive to learn more each &amp; everyday&lt;br /&gt;They fear me because no matter how tough&lt;br /&gt;How long the obstacle is, I take I deep breath&lt;br /&gt;And give 100% through 1000 degrees,&lt;br /&gt;And 100% through below zero degrees&lt;br /&gt;They fear me because I am not any leader&lt;br /&gt;I am a leader who stands in the front line&lt;br /&gt;I am a leader for turning negative to positive minds&lt;br /&gt;They fear me because I am different,&lt;br /&gt;And being different in this world is a crime.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-994161404635934701?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/994161404635934701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/floeteydifferent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/994161404635934701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/994161404635934701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/floeteydifferent.html' title='FLOETRY:DIFFERENT'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SZH5UFlH4fI/AAAAAAAAACY/gkSOKBl4NGM/s72-c/D77.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-2649452040749508950</id><published>2009-02-10T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:57:04.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY: LOVE CURSE</title><content type='html'>Love is nothing but a curse.......&lt;br /&gt;Coming out a tough relationship,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I have to love again.&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to have karma,&lt;br /&gt;And main of all not trying to sin.&lt;br /&gt;So I continue to be faithful,&lt;br /&gt;Appreciative &amp; grateful,&lt;br /&gt;Truthful to the next women.&lt;br /&gt;Since they say,&lt;br /&gt;"There's no more good men."&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's no more good women.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the opposite of Adam,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't feed me no apple.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm the last good man on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Although at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;Love feels like a curse.&lt;br /&gt;Locked up in her world,&lt;br /&gt;You always stand by your girl.&lt;br /&gt;From diamonds &amp; pearls,&lt;br /&gt;Getting her hair did in curls.&lt;br /&gt;Money mean nothing to you,&lt;br /&gt;Because you said you'll buy her the world.&lt;br /&gt;On late nights its candles lights at the table,&lt;br /&gt;Whip cream on her naval,&lt;br /&gt;And then she gave birth,&lt;br /&gt;To these evil humans on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship is just a rehearse,&lt;br /&gt;And love is,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but a curse......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR.STANLEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-2649452040749508950?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2649452040749508950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/floetry-love-curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/2649452040749508950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/2649452040749508950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/floetry-love-curse.html' title='FLOETRY: LOVE CURSE'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-7742273984170701952</id><published>2009-02-10T16:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:05:31.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY:DREAM ON</title><content type='html'>A journey&lt;br /&gt;A mission&lt;br /&gt;And adventure&lt;br /&gt;It all means the same &lt;br /&gt;At least to me&lt;br /&gt;Work ethic&lt;br /&gt;Sweat &lt;br /&gt;Blood &amp; tears&lt;br /&gt;It all means the same &lt;br /&gt;At least to me&lt;br /&gt;Motivation&lt;br /&gt;Dedication&lt;br /&gt;And determination&lt;br /&gt;It all means the same &lt;br /&gt;At least to me&lt;br /&gt;Put it all in one catergory&lt;br /&gt;It's apart of one's dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Stanley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1RaZvMhwI/AAAAAAAAADY/bm9uQcON9Us/s1600-h/A.J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1RaZvMhwI/AAAAAAAAADY/bm9uQcON9Us/s320/A.J.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313492649394341634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-7742273984170701952?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7742273984170701952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/myfloetrydream-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/7742273984170701952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/7742273984170701952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/myfloetrydream-on.html' title='FLOETRY:DREAM ON'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/Sb1RaZvMhwI/AAAAAAAAADY/bm9uQcON9Us/s72-c/A.J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-6570065722551027928</id><published>2008-12-18T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:36:28.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY:CAN I TALK TO YOU?</title><content type='html'>If I had no eyes, I still will see you.&lt;br /&gt;If I had no legs, I still walk up to you.&lt;br /&gt;If I had no tongue girl, I still talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;I write your name &amp; number if I had no fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I'll smell your perfume still, without a nose.&lt;br /&gt;I'll smile back at you if I had no teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you with all my heart, without a heart.&lt;br /&gt;Without a brain, you'll always be on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Without a clock, will still get married on time.&lt;br /&gt;Make you laugh without a voice box.&lt;br /&gt;Hug you real tight, but I'm not a bear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never scared, because I have no fears.&lt;br /&gt;When you gone I'll cry, without no tears.&lt;br /&gt;She really love me because I listened, without any ears.&lt;br /&gt;No emotions, but she knows I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. STANLEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-6570065722551027928?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6570065722551027928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/floetrycan-i-talk-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/6570065722551027928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/6570065722551027928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/floetrycan-i-talk-to-you.html' title='FLOETRY:CAN I TALK TO YOU?'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-2100072108607051808</id><published>2008-12-14T11:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:58:56.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY:SEAN BELL</title><content type='html'>They want to confiscate my leg, why?&lt;br /&gt;They want to cut out my tongue, why?&lt;br /&gt;They want to burnout my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;Soul, heart &amp; sprit, why?&lt;br /&gt;They also want my brain, why?&lt;br /&gt;I guess there’re insane, why?&lt;br /&gt;Guess they think I’m insane, why?&lt;br /&gt;My leg, so I won’t march like I’m King.&lt;br /&gt;My tongue, well, I do sound like King.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes, they don’t won’t me to see.&lt;br /&gt;The lies they tell you &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;My Soul, heart &amp; sprit, well, &lt;br /&gt;That’s the only way to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;My brain, because I’m ahead of this game.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Bell is my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR.STANLEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SUU8yEw_2bI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kfs1Z3vI0Lo/s1600-h/May_1_with_SeanBell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SUU8yEw_2bI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kfs1Z3vI0Lo/s320/May_1_with_SeanBell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279692969132153266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-2100072108607051808?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2100072108607051808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-want-to-confiscate-my-leg-why-they.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/2100072108607051808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/2100072108607051808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-want-to-confiscate-my-leg-why-they.html' title='FLOETRY:SEAN BELL'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SUU8yEw_2bI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kfs1Z3vI0Lo/s72-c/May_1_with_SeanBell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-7065591679808782918</id><published>2008-12-07T20:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:02:49.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY:WHAT AM I?</title><content type='html'>What am I?....&lt;br /&gt;I'm mostly looked for when your in danger&lt;br /&gt;When your mood is filled with anger&lt;br /&gt;Priced in deferent ranges&lt;br /&gt;Sold for my style&lt;br /&gt;Brought for aiming&lt;br /&gt;Mostly sold for your protection&lt;br /&gt;Faced eye to eye with many strangers&lt;br /&gt;With revenge the only affection&lt;br /&gt;I'm the devil's blessing&lt;br /&gt;Been thrown in water&lt;br /&gt;Even been tossed under cars&lt;br /&gt;I rob, I steal &amp; mostly kill&lt;br /&gt;What am I?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR.STANLEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-7065591679808782918?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7065591679808782918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-floetrywhat-am-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/7065591679808782918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/7065591679808782918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-floetrywhat-am-i.html' title='FLOETRY:WHAT AM I?'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-4770051328842425744</id><published>2008-12-03T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:26:00.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY:BASTARD</title><content type='html'>When My pops left me,&lt;br /&gt;He left me one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Nuffin I can use,&lt;br /&gt;Something stuck in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging over my head,&lt;br /&gt;But it's not a chain.&lt;br /&gt;When My pops left me,&lt;br /&gt;He left me one thing.&lt;br /&gt;No watch giving to me to remember his name.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i'm named after his name,&lt;br /&gt;And these white folks keep calling me names.&lt;br /&gt;No pic to see him, what a shame.&lt;br /&gt;When My pops left me,&lt;br /&gt;He left me one thing.&lt;br /&gt;No call, no mail, no third party thing.&lt;br /&gt;No money so I can buy my own things.&lt;br /&gt;When My pops left me, he left me one thing.&lt;br /&gt;No role model for me.&lt;br /&gt;So when I rolled with my crew, &lt;br /&gt;It was just me, myself &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;So when you gone i'm still going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Because I never got an hello from you,&lt;br /&gt;Or an goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Just because he gave me the gift called life,&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave him one thing.&lt;br /&gt;A tear over his casket.&lt;br /&gt;The streets raised  alot of us,&lt;br /&gt;Our pops left us a Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. STANLEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/STYhXpqBshI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RhxtPNMViLg/s1600-h/POEM9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/STYhXpqBshI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RhxtPNMViLg/s320/POEM9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275440703713948178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-4770051328842425744?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4770051328842425744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/4770051328842425744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/4770051328842425744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='FLOETRY:BASTARD'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/STYhXpqBshI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RhxtPNMViLg/s72-c/POEM9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1120015878871972131.post-4288547682841128873</id><published>2008-12-03T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:45:45.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOETRY: LONELY AIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lonely air.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lonely air have's a temper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As it breeze's by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The wind knocks down everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Making sounds as if it cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pounding on windows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And creating ocean and sea ties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It tries to destroy whatever's in it's path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;From garbage cans, leafs to trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To houses and human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lonely air is swift with no fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Blowing hats away, breaking umbrellas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leaving it all in it's rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Turning lights out so you won't see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How it builds up all it's negative energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Releasing it all at full speeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Without making a speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I understand it now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's just like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lonely air haves a temper.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MR. STANLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1120015878871972131-4288547682841128873?l=myfloetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4288547682841128873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/floetry-lonely-air.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/4288547682841128873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1120015878871972131/posts/default/4288547682841128873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfloetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/floetry-lonely-air.html' title='FLOETRY: LONELY AIR'/><author><name>Presie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06964983953465076608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4scctC-4o/SdFPbGQLdHI/AAAAAAAAADo/uRzUbywt9yQ/S220/newzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
