Who am I?
Who am I?
I’m a son who’s expected to be great to be great. Sometimes I wonder who I am or lost touch with myself and go into this mode and think this I’m a young black African American young man that’s trying to make it out of the hood without the use of drugs or alcohol. I’m a kid that’s been chasing dreams that already been done by his uncle but the job isn’t done yet. I’m that kid that trying to be better than the kid next to me I’m trying murder him on the football field because I know in the football field it's always the next man up or if you can’t do it someone else will being Chris isn't always easy waking up to people that you for so little but put a long lasting impact on your life that can never be taken away long and the bible says that a day will come when the Lord comes back sometimes a kid you wonder if I'm really to die and be comfortable with that but then again you have to face reality that I'm just a kid but then it is hits you when u see that casket right in front of your eyes like damn life goes on u see you grandpa died and he was a role model in my life then see a person like yesterday then wake up to here they died from a heart attack that's crazy this world is never promised us anything but as a young man I'll promise myself that I want to bring this community back to life as in no burglaries or anything u just want peace but that's who Christopher Roy Myres is a kid with dreams .
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