life
i wake up each day embracing life
knowing we are never promise tomorrow
i ask myself, whats my purpose in life
it was always said we are born with a purpose-we need to know what that is
i find myself taking a journey through the streets of the bronx (where i'm from)
bronx is known to be the murder capital of new york
does my jouney stop or do i continue?
i ask myself, am i sellout because i want to see beyond my surroundings or should i be in comfort zone just exploring uptown to the south bronx
but then, what would life really be if i dont experience other avenues beside 3rd
one thing i know about life is that if i dont see beyond my neighbordhood, i'll be just another spic from the bronx
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