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Lost a Part Called "Conscience"

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Eh...who cares nowadays...even if i do this...will it get radio plays...mmm i dont think so...unless it has a tyhook and meaningless lyrics about fancy cars and the amout of jewlry im wearing...*** it...lets start by saying

I dont need a hook, or autotune to tune out my voice so it sounds like a symphony, ideas like ephiphanys

Many people arnt getting many of these, really i dont even know why, everything gets dummed down from time to time

and i dont even think ill get radio plays, things that make sense gets the world tense, and i aint trying offense

A couple educated words and people get on the defence, and many people play pretend

Just letting things pass by...

Like global warming, didnt you think that was a lie?

, makes me wonder if the world is so gullible not keeping watch of the actual that is factual

Listen to the truth

This world is being controlled and i cant do nothing about it

Wish i could tho, i wasnt born into power...and if i was....would i be thinking these thoughts that keep me awake for hours?

Would i be writing this poem that took me a couple days to write? if you see this...will it get ya to think right?

Looks like we lost our conscience

We need to stick together and be the hope of people that take action in silence

So that we could live in peace...and people could go out sleep and live their dreams fully awake

and honestly do whatever it takes......

"S7VN"

I hear " Us Black people gotta stick together (Black power)" I hear " Us Mexicans gotta stick together (Brown pride), I hear "Us White people gotta stick together (White Power)"

I Never Hear "Us as a Human race" gotta stick together....

"S7VN"

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY richardlopez559

What Happens After This?

Live your life like you are dancing in the rain and nobody is watching. Skip the rumors like your heart skips a beat. Fall in love and just let it catch you. Because at the end of the day, life will move on with or without you.

And so I see it, the ways of the World.

On the day that I Die, I see the world. On the day that I'm Born, I see the world. On the day that I'm Loved, I see the world. On the day when I Live, I see the world. On the day that I Love, I see the world. On the day that I Suffer, I see the world. On the day that I Believe, I see the world. On the day that's Dark, I see the world. On the day that is Bright, I see the world. Then a day comes, where my eyes close. I see a world, on the day that I Die I see a world, on the day that I'm Born. I see a world, on the day I was Loved. I see a world, on the day that I Lived. I see a world, on the day that I Love. I see a world, on the day that I Suffer. I see a world, on the day that I Believe. I see a world, on the day that's Dark. I see a world, on the day that's Bright. And so I see, what needs to be seen. To live once again, in a world that I've seen.

"Part of the Problem"

I live in a world where im part of the problem.

Thoughts in my head but nobody to solve them.

Lets see so where do I start?

I'm sitting behind a computer, just typing down my thoughts

Behind a gun, there a human shooting another human.

FOR WHAT!?!?!??!! FOR WHAT?!?!?!

It feels like there's nothing I can do!

I'm trapped in a box and not a single clue

Be honest with yourself for just one second

If you got off your computer and tried to change the world...

Could you do it? By yourself? With no one to help?

To the People of the world...we are nothing but rats

They feed us poison so we could die slowly....

I'm part of the problem that with to be a part of the solution....

Free Mind, Bird Cage. The Homeless Flower.

Walk outside, take a glance at the flowers

What do they think? Is it the final hour?

I hope for the hopeless and they never become homless.

Asking for money outside of the usual liquor store.

I spare some change that sitting in my back pocket.

The Flower and the homeless can you make that comparison?

I type what on my mind, it flows free like a banana growing from an apple tree.

Free Mind, Bird Cage.

Freedom isnt free if you have to pay to live.

Hoped you all enjoyed! Peace, Love, Thank You!

Loss Of Respect for the Spoken and Written Words.

Loss of respect for the spoken word

So motivational and now speaks so little

Now, people worry about what other people think

But do you blink to let tears flow to your cheeks?

Or is it just another act to cover up a real opinion?

Do you wanna see flashing lights?

Or broken light bulbs in your mirror?

One that signifies a quality life with no real pride

Or the other that defines one hardships and struggles that molds reality?

Ask yourself a question...

"Am I writing to get attention? Or to make a Point?"

"Writing to make a change in history? To teach the next generation?"

Loss of respect for the written word....

Sadly, real poetry is left unheard.

Ri.Lo.Su.

If I Had Every Penny In The World

So much autotune, so little rhyme

step into a world, without a dime

Wish i found a penny, every penny in the world

will i have enough money, so i could feed the poor?

If i had every penny, will it open my doors?

Will it bring me happiness, or will people cry more?

Can I Bring WORLD PEACE

Where everyone can eat

and go to sleep and night under the white moonlight?

If I had every penny, can i still be friendly?

Or would it change my character?

If I had every penny......

Every penny in the World.......

Flower

Treat Me like a criminal, put me into jail
Educated muthafka, but I never went to Yale
Giving power to the people
Cuz we aint equal no more
Dont let them put you down, or knock down door
They put yo face on your floor

And then go rape you girl

Cuz we aint worth

Just another dollar, dead people for war

And if we make it alive, we get forgotten the next day

Guess what im trying to js...

People in the World

There people in this world that i should of met

But probably will never meet

People in the world that cant talk, but say alot when they speak

People in the world that never get see,but truely know how beautiful this life really can be

How i stare at the stars, but they staring at me

I hear death calling, no worries i got caller ID

Like method man, there is a method

and people in the world that on meth they OD

They say the apple dont fall far from the tree

You see?

But the seed is closer, when closer to me

There are people in the world that wanna be them

But you can't be yourself, that why im writing this poem

INFLUENCE.

Deal With the Devil

Deals with the devil, could it be a blessing for some?

Trying to make a better life by making cheap music

Instead, he watches his parents come from work each day drunk.

He's an only child, not popular in school, and had bad grades

All he wanted was success, took it to the extream one day.

Just to prove it, he knocked at hells door, he just wanted help

He had no skill on the mic, plus no job, so that meant he was poor

Nobody understood how this character felt

He asked around, and the devil made an appearance himself

Filled this persons empty head with spotlights and roaring crowds at concert shows

Even a half hour special on how came up selling dope and blow and helped a small town develope and grow

He thought that was dope, he signed the deal....

All he really need...was support and Hope.

...If u liked it, tell me and ill make a continuation...

Stuck in the Silence

eh-hem

I got something to say...will you take a listen

Imagine my voice and listen to this image

im trying to send so you gain some knowledge

People dont know this but they keeping you hostage

eventually, no jobs, no money wich means you cant pay your morgage

youll live in these dirty streets and for a couple bucks ill be stuck as the one cleaning up

As far as these politicians...nothing but repititions, year after year, empty promises to take us out this fear

And what do we do?

Nothing

Vote for a group of people that say they promise to vote for the president

But if they decide not to and you only vote once? aint that something

They bring in the puppet and we'll have to suck up and continue live until theres that person that says

"SHUT THE *** UP"

and then we do what? we try to bring peace by them means of violence

apparently thats the the way to do thing...