Angle
There comes a time
when your body forfeits the game
and your heart reaches the limit of pain
While your soul shrivels up in shame.
The world as you know of turns into ashes
as you get pulled into a victimless crime
you realize your life's not worth more than a dime
and that's when you realize you have lost your mind.
You enter a world full of genuine grief
were the kids play with matches
and sleep in rooms with holes and patches
they're all marked with burns bruises and scratches.
You break into a fierce cry
Because you realize your life has been stolen by a thief
That's showing no signs of giving you relief
this is a time when there is no room for outspoken beliefs.
There comes a time
when you will have nobody to abide by
when you have to be your own tough guy
that is when you will pray for the angle to drop by.
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