A Kid With The Mind Of A Thousand Words
When I see the injustice of this world, tend to be filled with anger
It’s been there ever since I was a kid like a rowing ember
Something that couldn't end or fade out
I couldn’t seem to get it out I just wanted to shout
one day when I was listening to my speechless music
A band came on screaming about the things I see everyday
It was a fusion if anger and tranquility where there was no losing
I learned to get lost and keep the worst thoughts at bay
From there, the sound of voices of people evolved
I felt like all my problems were almost solved
But then a big dark mist of negativity took over my mind
But suddely I heard it “when I was a kid” I was met with a voice so so kind
I went from listening to green day, to sex pistols, to Shane Koyczan’s poems
I went from angry, to straight up hatred, to holding a toy gun to my head
But Koyczan made me realize I wasn’t alone i wasn't broken
From there I branched out and these new words moved me ahead
Then I chose to wright my way out
I told myself asnew born seventeen year old kid
Is going to get out of this without a doubt
So no i didn't slit my wrist because i found a way to turn the bad into something good
So Like Neil Hilborn I was able to vent out my frustration
He and many others are my punk rock johns screaming to me that I will be okay
That my sadness, rage, fear, anxious is just a narration
Of a poem I will write some day
Like most kids at my school I has a drug that I would take everyday
It was the worst drug you could take, one that can take you into a new worlds where you can see anything happen it was creative
This addiction wasn’t something I could just pray away
Soon after I felt like I lost everything In my young life, the only native in my blood was creative, and there was no rehabilitative
I need to find a way to let out my creative from my brain cell
I looked over at what many fools call a dead culture
So like a witch I started casting my spell
With my words i'm going to be as vicious vulture
Thanks to that band I found a way back when
I didn't enter a free fall of drugs or crime
I didn’t become the criminal people expect me to be because of my tan skin
Instead I picked up a pen and started writing looking for new ways to expand my vocabulary so i’d be able to climb to the top and keep Rhyming
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