Who am i
Its funny how people say they really know me..
And i say you may know of me probably bullshit that u heard in the streets.
I am a man who is lost and confused.
Emotionally tired and drain of being just used.
People call me or talk to me on there free time.
But when i need the help i look down and my phone is dry.
I been fighting a battle way deep down.
I feel as if i have the weight of the world holding me to the ground.
Im trying to move in some many directions.
Its like my life is cut up in so many sections.
There is the good that can never go bad.
There is the bad that can make you go mad.
Im trying so hard to keep my sanity straight.
I pray every night to God hoping im not too late.
I have come along way of who i used to be.
Working an honest job no longer running the streets.
My time on this earth is passing so fast.
I stop and i wonder how much longer till i pass.
I know i have done my fair share of wrong that im trying to make right.
That why its kinda hard for me to fall asleep at night.
I have no kids for i was not giving that gift.
But i see my nephews and nieces and they give me that lift.
They lift my spirit high for i know what must be done.
And for them i decided to put away the gun.
And my mother has sacrifice most of her life ..
I thank her the most because of her i fought to survive.
So many times my life was almost taken away.
And i thank God for my life each and every day.
So i say how do you know me what have you heard.
Because if it didnt come from my mouth then dont believe one word
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