Rappers

Rappers flow
With lyrics they curse
Prosper making dollars
By and by they will go
At times for some, meeting death
A turn for the worse

So often
From the dead of night
Till' the dawns early light
Feeling their pain
Ruling their plight

Peace, love and hate
Feelings of desperation
Pierce their souls
Some with truth
Heart felt pain
Some with a war stick
They watch it rain

On stage, another drama
Stories of desperation
Agony
Triumph
Degradation

Bless them
Pray for them
For at times
They too
Need love

poem by Matt Mondschein
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!