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Subject: Lets Go

Author:
Brooklyn

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Date Posted: 09:54:04 10/31/04 Sun
In reply to: Whyte Boi 's message, ".play that funky music." on 23:00:06 10/30/04 Sat

Brooklyn

If you want some, come get some,
cuz where I'm from we tote big guns,
And everybody know somebody that
know somebody that know somethin bout it,
And I want answers now who, what, where,
when and why,
see, a lotta dudes like to act a fool
and all get all loud but that aint my style,
and he who he gonna get and what he gonna do,
run up on me if he want to,
Out there impressin his homies,
but he stood up in front of his mama,
I mop up the flo wit em,
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em,
I got fools that'll go get em,
This for him, the crew and the dudes that run wit em.

Late at night, the gun shots, the screams, you would almost think hell it�s self was right outside your door. Scare some people half to death, and make them wish for so. But hell no, not me, I pray for the sounds to continue. The sounds allow me sleep, allow me to relax. Without them I am lost, lost in the silence of nothing. Nothing is what I fear. Nothing is who I am.

Vivid flashbacks flood his own mind as the others vocals enter his perched lobes. The screams force his nape to throw the crown pon it, hoping to ease the sound. Soul gates widen, and an insane snort is emitted into the surrounding.

Our ship was brought down by the fury of a storm. I lost every thing, and every one i ever loved.

His pelt was covered in a thin layer of that a cold sweat. Remembering that night, and the look of his love and first borne, nothing could erase it. This stag knew his pain, whether he had lost someone or not, he knew the cruelety of the two-legged, and what they did to the race of the equine.

Alone I feel, in my own world. Stare if you wish, make rude faces. I do not care, my eyes cannot see. Snicker, laugh, and talk behind my back. I do not, my ears cannot hear. Hit me, kick me, push me, and shove me. I do not care, my body cannot feel. Yell at me, tease me, and break me. I do not care, my heart has grown numb. Cut me, blood me, and drown me. I do not care, my soul has grown limp.

Yo, muh name would be Brooklyn

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I got the skin tone of Dapple Grey

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My hommies are of the Mustang Race

x.x

Get to knowme and you will find that Im a cocky bastard, and it's not smart to piss me off because i may have to bust a cap somewhere, if ya know what i mean.

x.x

I got a bat, and two balls, i am a Stallion

x.x

I've been running this town for 7 years

x.x

My heart is bound to No One

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I run The Woods

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I rule over the souls Shakara

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OOC Name: Impy

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Subject	Author	Date
.play that funky music.	Whyte boi	02:56:04 11/01/04 Mon
Lets Go -- Brooklyn, 12:58:05 11/03/04 Wed