Though in my eyes create my style well trained exercise , rise only but to my knowledge stand up listen to my words of wisdom secure lost souls praying repenting to enter the kingdom , I'm a mask man trap in the dark broken parts looking for a cured heart I'm decease release nothing but anger , once a lay the beat on repeat trap in the heat of the world its hot in hell my people dying before a good well hide my face under a shell, do I carry steel for these times at night a fight for my life though they sacrifice time to get my life right in these last days on sight .
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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...
