will i make it.. will i survive the brutal hit..
live through the pain, find the strength to remain..
not allow anyone to change me, & always stay free..
prove my life, & make it through the fight..
challenge the world, & make it through the night..
be the spontaneous person i am, do all i can..
how high will i be to have peace, to have relief..
to be able to help myself & others, to go further..
will i make it.. will i respond in time..
will i be at the beginning or the end of the line..
practicing making perfect, & getting much respect..
will it really be alright.. or will i have to travel the height..
how many wars will i have to go through..
how many STOPS will i come too..
will the struggle get any harder, will it become rough..
will i be told over, & over the same stuff..
how far do i actually think i'll get..
in this crazy world, will i ever fit..
Nique #22
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Luvely Piece ma ma, nice word flow, i'm really likin this piece right here, very intouch 'n personal, keep lettin them poetic fluids flow, always, CAUTION world i feel a FLOOD WATCH comin' on
-ur buddy 4m the o,ne mz. KU-
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