Up goes the frowns of the unhappy.
Smile.
Down go the egos of the rich.
Up go the pockets of the poor.
Robin Hood.
How long can the poor stay rich before they become the rich?
Should they be punished?
Is wealth a disease?
Down are the riders.
Up are the liars.
In Heaven.
Because God watches them.
Fall.
Down.
To the man who looks up.
From the down.
***ShadowTheHamilton***
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In actuality nobody cares
we all jus looking 4 that feeling.
and when we get it
we jus ask that u keep giving.
makes us feel alive
till we non living,
dead, its jus another synonym
I am jus another 1 of your synonyms.
Like another si-bl-ing.
Trying to fly high only difference is
the nest that we settle in.
That is why I am never settling.
When we try 2 help
some will call it meddling
but we do it so good
like its a sport that we should medal in
Read all your poetry and its tight man...maybe we can collab one day. i spoke to kesed a few times and brought you up and told him of what i thought of your art
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