Lock outside the gates made me look inside the world full of hate as I astray from the tatted pain I can't run from the games its in my brain , hide they mistreat me every week I study in repeat never cheat words written on a sheet times not sweet making words rhyme to a beat working hard to make my mission complete , waiting to outshine touch the line of the music signs I had friends to do me since age nine like a prophecy being define , if I die do I fly or fry lost at war I'm scarr bleeding from my spine lost trying to shine trying to lose my pain drinking cups of wine , I'm not doing fine declining the headlines ..... Its like I'm being painted to be the same out the headlines I don't wanna shine trying to change these crimes and times
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoetryPoetry, Hardworking , Black Teen, Living Rough. Different Emotions Young Black Males Go Through The Day 2 Day Struggle Inside Different Areas of America They Wanna See Me Fall Is Not For All But If You Small Stand Tall With All Your Heart. You Can...
