''Gutters'' I am from the ends . The last level of poverty , I was a bottom feeder . Where I hail you become a hunter as soon as the sunlight showers , hustling is what I did and probably what I would've if not six feet under my visa to my african forefathers. If it wasn't of this fists history would've been the same , records wouldn't be broken, blood wouldn't have shed man this knuckle. Telling you how I got to the top , got my mother and sibling out of hunger would leave your eyes red and sore to the very core after flooding towns and rivers and consuntise you of how melanin is associated to the heart of a lion and respirators of the most arid, drastic deserts , on planet earth , been lied too , stabed in the back and failed more than numerous times . Where I come from we always knew Santa Claus was a scam , by the time most children lost their front tooths we must've seen as 3 to 5 murders . The void in me is huge erected by the neighborhood one from a young age used to roam in, the street corners ? No wait slavery trade , and colonization , surely one would've never seen these forever escalating aching , trauma's and poverty if it wasn't for the contact with the caucasians.The void would've never been there to be felt or filled , the desire ,lust , hunger and confession would've never been there . The tears , knocks and blood keeps on adding to this void . Some void which keeps one on steroids to milk every honey out of this philosophical adventure .
