Forever Poetry

I always used to dream that they callin' me the greatess

I ain't the one to paperchase for money cause it's dangerous

I got bars within my soul and I'm surprised I really made it

True thuggin' in my bones; Rest in peace to those ain't make it

Why the world be filled with hatred, how the world so cold

I used to sit up and wonder when my dad would come home

Had my momma told me no, so I tried to make it on my own

Tried to pave my own way, but it left me in the cold

This poem is about: 
Me

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