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I'm not here to lecture you


I'm not here to lecture you and I'm not here to preach, Nor how to accomplish your goals, am I here to teach. I'm not here to write about my troubles and pain, Nor to tell you to stop living your life in vain. I'm just here to tell you about all of my past, That has only made me have to grow up too fast. You see I live the hard life filled with drugs and crime, Most of my life was spent behind Bars doing time. I lost my dignity and pride and I even lost my kids, I paid a high price for the things that I did. Trying to go on with my life people failed to see, That a hope to die dopfien Isn't what I wanted to be. Because my days were always been crying wishing my kids were here being funny, But my nights were always spent selling dope to make money. You see there is no pain that can top The pain of losing your kids,, And if only God would give me one more chance I would change all the things that I did. Because to fight for your life and kids You should always do whatever it takes, I just hope and pray this poem will help you learn from my mistakes.
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