Rage
Rage that rises up within me no break just surviving day by day so long for my visions of one day see fame, it's a shame my imagnation tamed tainted by the world, of what looks appleasing to the eye. Supress your thoughts for they are over ruled, one day i wanna look up and let evrything be good. I laugh to keep from crying smile from the shame. I don't live - live is evil so i see them demons all the time. Plan of one day to just be sucessful to have enough to give to others as my heart begins to flutter becasue i can help those in need but who is helping me. I love my momma ans I thank her without her i am a sstranger, sranger in society eating hot dogs and pork 'n beans just to say alright I have survived another day now lord please show me to the light for my days turn to night and dreams slowly fade as reality slowly changes the mind frame of the young-- I'm the bullet and your the gun.
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