Mind Race
im living in a world full of hate
and i cant find a way to escape
i have a mind full of evil thoughts
that i can never seem to shake
vengence was always on my
mind when i was back in my prime
but when the lights are off and im
in my bed i remember the thing
i did in the past and think of all
the reasons it did not last im
not the smartest when in class
but when i write i feel like a shiny piece
of brass i tend to ramble when i write
but it all makes sense when i contemplate
about my life at night , being sent away from
my family overnight because of a desision
i made one night , i did not even put
up fight everything happens for a reason
a year away was all i needed now i can say
i succeded!
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