The Fighter
Growing up on a ghetto town
I had to get out
Breaking free was going to be difficult
Impossible, no one has ever done it
Big dreams, determination, strength was my mentality
Once the town knew my dreams, I was thrown down
My dreams and courage were diminished
I felt weak, with no dreams or aspirations
Then a light in me....spoke telling me not to give up
The light in me told me not to give up
I began to fight by proving them wrong
The fight still goes on....it isnt over yet
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