Hopes and Dreams
I was use to the truth, and hide from the lies
When I was younger growing up all I thought about was shine
I remember as a child everything I saw was foul
Walking down my block, I have to think for a while
Reminisce the past, the ones that’s not here
Family in my eyes, enemies in my rear
Protect me by my side, my problems on my chest
The bullets missed me, guess that I bless
I could have died that night
I could have left this earth
Now I’m living life
For everything its worth
Don’t put me in the dirt
Don’t put me on a shirt
Tears a fall from they face saying I got murk.
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