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Should I


Should I just let my mom not eat?

It's like we're stuck in a layer of concrete

Should I allow myself to be mediocre?

It's hard to have such composure

Will God ever hear me?

Did he even hear my grandpa screams?

I try and try but it's like I'm boxing in a ring

Life's hitting me jab jab jab

The problems keep pounding but they're not as effective  

Gods letting me know there's a knockout punch coming my way

DODGE IT

Because if I don't it'll end my hopes my dreams my reality as a human being

Maybe you don't get the picture

I can't fail

I gotta find the aspects I have to prevail

Can I do something right for once?

It's seems like I'm in the same place I started

I'm at war with the man in the mirror

Don't cry no mama let God heal ya

Am i even here for myself or someone else?

It's hard to believe that anybody cares

I'm a black kid that been through it like most

But my struggle is getting to the top with so little hope

It's like I'm crawling through a pit a fire

Makes me mad thinkin bout the past

Should I just lay down and give up?

Should I never let my sibling know what a true man and grinder is?

Should I just not find what inside the gives me the energy to fight?

Should I just cry?

Should I just let my “legacy” die and just pray for another chance to let people view my minds eye?

Or should I just let this be my last time?

No, not a suicidal poem

But a no talk just do poem

I'm gonna let the whole world know what I've been through

And feel a glimpse of my pain

While you sleep I'll be working in the rain

I can't say much just gotta train

Gotta get my starting spot let's refrain

Gotta make it to the top the truth I say

How bad do I want it?

Forget a team

How bad do I want it?

I think that was a mislead

A team is as strong as your weakest leak

Which I feel is me

Everytime I get the chance to pursue my dreams

It's like I'm scared to be me!

Over and over I have to think

What the hell is wrong with me?

This is a chance for your mom to eat, your siblings to really see what a real man can be, show your parents your weren't a mistake and just believe

Rayshawn get the fears out and know God got you

Just follow

Go to the mirror look in your eyes

And ask

Should I Grind?

 

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