Best Win Ever
by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Is over self, not God, the devil or old saint Nicks elf.
Winning can be like a paradise afar
a million mile away star
For example like Mars
We all dream of the stars
either that or money big houses
Winning against self can be a trip
until we run into the man with the whip
or a gun hanging on his hip
Then disaster puts our lives on blip
it can still be on with the sin
Many are afraid to look in the mirror
they walk around with a phony superior
when really their attitude is inferior
To them they're not acting strange
and they refuse to change
Everyone else is wrong
so they continue this song
even when they're reminded that
they don't belong
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|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|this causes one to ponder things, i like that|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|The man with the whip lives behind us all.|
|Reviewed by Holly Ibbitson (Reader)
|You're a smart man Grady...
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your philosophy gives me pause for thought, Grady. Thank you. Love and peace to you,