The church bells ring
And the gospel sings
The preacher tells me
Everything
Like who did what
Who fucked up
Who died
And who got handcuffed
I understand
That life is rough
And hard decisions might be tough
But I take a vow
A shot in the dark
That I will make choices with my heart
I have learned from my true mistakes
And watched as the soul that someone takes
Can turn into something truly great
Ima poet but a birth mistake
And I accept absolute fact
Can't deny what comes with fact
Logic and truth to be exact
But apart from reality my
Fictional world
Is what I react
When I sit alone and write a rap
The harsh fiction that I create the stories that a baker bakes
The story that the earth does quake
And one day how a milk does shake
I try to grind these grades of mine
Gospel singing in my mind
Think about my life all the time
As often as how much I used to text kai
And no I won't even lie
My inner peace has been found
For people who hate on me they are the clowns
They make others laugh with antics
With practice when I'm around
But when I show up I hear no sound
So cut my ass say I'm not worth dimes
You can be sour just like a lime
But miss me with shit all the time
As long as this gospel sings in my mind
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A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PoesíaMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
