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SCREWED: I stumbled and fell when I was a pup I het my head hard when I tried to look up There was a foot on my neck holding me down And Uncle Sam smiling is what I had found He said your going away son for a very long time Guns are illegal if you?ve committed a crime You can?t have bullets not even a knife Is that marijuana? Hell now you?ll get life It?s five years for each bullet and ten for the gun That?s a thirty round clip if I was you I?d run When I shoot you for running if your still alive Well add escape to your charges and add on five You don?t want to hear this I know it?s a drag People get twenty years for an empty dope bag And if I?m not mistaken what you?ve got there is pure That?s at least half a gram of that I am sure All the things that you own will be confiscated Your house and your car it?s all drug related I know you feel helpless there?s not much you can do Oh! If you have kids we?ll be taking them to But I?m not a monster or even a tyrant You just have to cooperate and be less defiant Sell out your neighbors and tell on your friends Put them in jail and this nightmare will end You?ll get back your kids your car and your house Take the family to Disneyland and see Mickey Mouse Your almost related if you think of it like that Well your not quite a mouse but you would be a rat! ANGELS: I believe in angles and that they are around Protecting us from lightning where ever clouds are found They shelter us from heartache and deliver us from pain They warm us in the winter against the driving rain Yes I believe in angels as I?m sure you do as well If angels come from heaven then I must come from hell I showered you with anger and hatred everyday I flooded you with sorrow and washed your love away I didn?t believe in angels when the devil had my soul I bruised and broke an angel but that never was my goal These words are bitter memories and poison on my lips Farewell to my salvation my angel I shall miss HARD TO SWALLOW: I live on a diet of guilt and regret Marinated in a sauce of I just can?t forget Covered in heartache and smothered in shame Sprinkled with lies and a whole lot of blame I wash it all down with plenty of tears That haven?t run dry after all of these years I fix every meal and prepare it myself Knowing damn well that it?s bad for my health I?m hoping one day I?ll have eaten my last And choke on vomit I call a past. I did not make any of these poems but my father did.

In my head it sounds weird, I cant really get a beat down. But anyways good work.

Hey, I am new(As you can see) and I just want to introduce myself to the Xisto community. I am pretty much a experimenter. I like to create random sites to see how they look etc.I code games(Java), make random websites, most of all I like to have fun.I hope to have a fun time on Xisto Forums.