What's to everyone checking in on the world wide.
this is your boi Young Morris and you have just entered my world.
What you are about to witness is my thought's right or wrong.
Just what I was thinking at the time.
First off let me start by saying tat god is good I would like to say thank you to him for keeping me alive .
Now that I got that out of the way.
let me start by saying thank you to all those over sea's fighting to keep us safe.
and
Especially to my cousin
L.J.
I pray for your safe return
Let me tell you a little about myself I am eighteen years old money making nigga.
Taking life day by day
It’s a struggle everyday but you got hold on
Trying to high school shut out o them "04".
Shake tem hatters off. Don't be mad
this our year.
I'm all about making money and if you're
about trying t stop a nigga from getting his shine on then get the fuck out your not welcome here.
I'm into clubing every weekend my middle name should be party.
I’m drink a little something every know and then.
And
I’m always smoking some weed
I'm into music, fashion I love to wear the best and nothing but the best.
What's up to all my Ecorse ,Southwest nigga's
To all my Westside nigga's
Shut out
to
to
My Nigga
Bret
all my other Nigga's
JAY
Carson
Germaine
Shawn
Jason
Kurt
Big Nasty
Tone
Black Rob
Yon
Lil Ant Banks
Big Nasty
And To My Niggas
Lock away
Tone
Keyon
Don’t worry nigga’s the block still waiting on you
In The Depths of Solitude
I exist in the depths
of solitude
pondering my true goal
trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
constantly yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
never comprising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret
a young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
how can I be in the depths of solitude
when there r 2 inside of me
this duo within me causes
the perfect opportunity
When Your Hero Falls
when your hero falls from grace
all fairy tales r uncovered
myths exposed and pain magnified
the greatest pain discovered
u taught me 2 be strong
but im confused 2 c u so weak
u said never 2 give up
and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat
when ure hero falls so do the stars
and so does the perception of tomorrow
without my hero there is only
me alone 2 deal with my sorrow
your heart ceases 2 work
and your soul is not happy at all
what r u expected 2 do
when ure only hero falls
as those who accept simplicity
Her
Eyes
Uncommon are the portals to her soul--
deeper than the ocean,
brighter than the sun,
a beauty as timeless as the Universe.
Reaching out,
Out of reach,
I look into them, fall into them,
descending deeply downward,
falling freely forever.
They caress my soul
When they meet with mine--
sensual pleasure,
psychological ecstasy--
flesh ablaze with insatiable desire,
sudden seduction with a single glance.
A careless coup d'oeil uncovers carefully concealed compassion--
expressive eyes emanate emotion,
as hers do exude erroneous vehemence,
so do they diffuse discernible regard.
Lunar light is mirrored in her eye.
She looks alluringly toward me--
yearning for our hearts to touch,
union of our souls,
the love of two as one.
As a blind man without feeling,
so am I lost.
As a poet without words,
so am I useless--
utterly ineffectual.
So I am... without her.
The way she looks at me
enraptures me,
it captures me,
I cannot escape.
Her eyes beckon,
taunt,
entice my entire entity,
quiet quintessence lured lasciviously into love.
They are superfluously sexy,
undeniably demure,
forever and never
hers and mine.
First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
Love
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.
"A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here":
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"
"Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.
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To all those that we have lost
In Loving Memory
of
It's all about the Roc
Fuck all you other so called want to be
rappers it's either the Roc or fuck all yah
Fuck yah Murder Inc. nigga's
This bitch ass nigga want to be 2pac ass nigga
Fuck Nas nigga your juice is gone
give up
and if you don't like what I say then
Fuck you Nigga
To all my Lakers Fan out there even thoe we
Didn't bring home another championchip home don't
worry because next year we will be right back on top
and to get back
the NBA title.
Here some of my favorite Pic's
Lakers fans
