A poem/rap ... whatever...

Hey... I was combing through some poems I had all unsorted and stuff in a folder on my computer... I have a lot of good stuff written... and a lot of crap too. Oh well, here's something I like... this was a poem I wrote in a few minutes (probably 15) but you can really see my passion coming out... and no, it's not to anyone in particular:


TOO BAD... TOO GOOD
Man I'm so tired of all those liars,
Hearts so cold their blood froze fires,
But I rose higher above their lame games,
Many different faces, but always the same games,
I came to know 'em, but ran through 'em like a comb,
Writin about my trials while rhymin though my poems,
But my home's not a haven, "Nevermore" quoth the Raven,
So much pressure on my heart it's about to cave in,
The pieces I've saved 'em, to put together like a puzzle,
I try to cry out but I've been shut up with a muzzle,
My voice has been ripped out and stomped on,
Things all fall apart as if God's gone,
God ain't gone, it's my faith and my face,
But I get power through the shower of the most high's grace,
You haven't done the things you said that you would for me,
I ain't mad, it's sad... it's too bad you're too good for me.
-September 10, 2004