Cants into Cans
I was used to it,
Being told I never could.
That I would never ammount to shit,
Cause I was from the hood.
I was a thug,
In and out of juvinnile detention centers,
All I wanted was a hug.
I went through court appointed mentor after court appointed mentor,
Then I found this one,
Well she found me.
She accepted all I had done,
She saw me for me.
I was finally worth something,
At least it seemed.
A year went by and our relationship aged,
We stayed in touch,
Now she's watching me walk across the stage.
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