the real recoginzation

October 27, 2019

The Real recognization

Listen to my heart

it has a slow beat

I believe from all the times it was broken, repaired and

eventually shattered to complete

Lifes back roads

had led everybody in different directions

In the last fun ride i had was lead to dead end that met

the main street not to know we were going in the

wrong direction and there it took us to hells one way street…

I remember sixteen driving loud music

full car with no where to go just smoking and

toking and thats all we knew

whoever knew the people back then

would be the people who’s talking

about how bad i sin..

twenty-four hours seven days a week

a person when y’all was babies shitting and pissing taking baths

in the same house laughing together is now your enemy and not only

that but cant stand to see you stand tall

but loves to see you fall

idk these times are not the same there

are no real left to remain

drugs are the new fast-food for money and water

Either that are your thirsty and

starving

back in middle school when kids i knew

had no money to eat that day Id

break my sandwich in half

to make sure they were fed

now anyone who those favors went to don’t

break bread for not a kid they once knew

so all this being said people will let you starve

till dead or stupidly beg when really they aren’t about

to make sure your fed and when really they rather laugh and see you dead

how sick is all this

all i know is don’t bite the hand that feeds you and end this with that being said

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