Can you see that I'm incomplete, a complete target that's what everybody paint they see, Fairytale dreams of what a future might be for me I live shatter with falling pieces promises that are breaken love that driven mistaken and faken how could love be making if it's not true and everybody faking I want to travel on the road but sinking in the gravel trying to find out different codes hold on I know I'm not the perfect guy I wanna fly I'm broken without I'm unspoken hear my words get amuse to them hahaha baby come home.
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoesíaPoetry, 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...
