Breathe Out The Bad

My Father when He Was 17.
My Father when He Was 17.

Jump skate down to the way below

and I never gave a f**k b***h,

just hoped you'd know.

Everything I believe will stay free

from all the hate and defiance that these people see.


Ignored it's fine; she wasn't worth the time,

but I won't go down like a b***h so I have to rhyme.

Bundle up my feelings try not to pretend it is okay,

this is me speaking from the heart to display

moments of my life are never on regret

it happened for a reason so I walk and take my step.

I am inspired and I forgive and forget,

I'll never live this life holding on to s**t I wept for.


Let me leave,

Let me breathe,

I could give a f**k.

Life gave me millions of reasons to hold the luck

and so I slowly stop to dodge this horrid act

Break off the b***h 'cause music's got my back

I stop,

Patient as can be Live It Up

Life is rough,

F**k it,

I'm still me no matter what.

Gone.



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Elizabeth99 5 years ago from Milwaukee, WI

You definitely have your own style. I would like to hear you read this, I think it would be much more powerful. :)


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Richlove 5 years ago from Denver,CO Author

Thank you =D I appreciate that and I would love to read all my poems to people who view them so they can see my emotions. Shoot, I might just post videos of me reading/rapping my poetry. That actually sounds like a good idea.

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