The Journey

Beautiful imperfections shameless without direction understanding the struggle while relaying whats in the message. A beauty thats often mine with visions creating the prize misguided by understandings with simple feelings in mind. Lost in the journey Ive created such a fear that its humble as I feel Ive created over the years. I broke a record for all my problems and all the things that I have seen. Commercial success is nothing cause Ive dreamt it in my dreams. Over the blue skies its amazing just come and see. The pain behind these bars is a feeling you wont believe. Amassed in a broken scheme they caught me and made a scene, but my life has only changed for better or make believe. for worse I felt the pressure of those who hate to see a young black gent gorw up and just achieve. Ive strived and made it worth it and conquered what is defined. I put my ear to the streets and all the stories blew my mid. I heard the prayers of a sinner and the screaches of broken souls. Ive heard the hungry cry out for some water and just a loaf...to feed the open tummies to lend a hand tot eh bullied to let them know that thier time is shortly coming. For the stranded and lost and found the product of all your service its like the truth hasfinally coem when its scratching and pushing surface. 

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