Poems by Bryan Raff

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  • I work 23 hours a day
    Just for one hour of play...

  • Sometimes, there is a time when you cannot...
    Sometimes, there is a time when things aren't what...

  • Growin' up was always a struggle
    Livin' life without a motive there...

  • I've been paying my dues for years and years,
    Been reppin' the streets just for ends meat...

  • Boom (2)

    Boom, boom
    Flash, flash...

  • Fingers rapidly moving,
    Mothers calmly soothing...

  • Dead silence is his preference, he enjoys no...
    Not even he himself knows where he is bound...

  • I no longer have anything of my own,
    No longer do I obtain that which is a home...

  • Quickie, Quickie, gather aroun',
    Another story is goin' down...

  • Blank page, loose words
    Pulled together by one man...

  • Up all night, sleeping all day,
    At this the wolves like to bay...

  • Sitting in this big white room, poems are what I...
    Finishing this project, though, is what I fright...