Mr Writer's blog: "POEM"

In da house, yeah, what you got,
fireman and hoes, bling and gold,
walking the streets, sexy females
to meet, no surrend no retreat,
this is Beeb.

Will pimp your ride, give it bodywork
and style, my touch your drive,
walking the laps, taking no crap, me
and my homees, you will get it
straight back.

Drugs and smack, whats up with
dat, having none of that, can
smell a rat.

With me and my boys, there is only
one choice, listen to the voice, feel
the noise.

Love is commitment,
what you share with
each other, only one
will do, they can never
be, with another.

Lust is what I crave,
can not hold onto this
passion, what I get
from you, an insensation,
be brave.

Life as its path, what I
want, what I dream of,
stearing the way, no
rehearsal, no replay.

Beautiful to me, what I
want, what I see, its only
you and me, I believe.

Feel alone when your
Not here, miss you
So bad, want you to
Be near.

It is great that I feel
Like this, because with
You I commit.

It's hard being seperated,
And apart, to you, who
Have captured my heart.

Live for the moment, it may never
come again, theres onle one
chance at doing it, without regret
and torment.

Try to make it as happier, as can
be, with a partner or loved one,
or who ever you want to be with.

One chance there is, for a life to
live, this is the moment, to care
and commit.