No words spoken,
Currently in hell with only piece to mind.
I hear voices speaking but it not just only mine,
I see actions occurred and their not all good.
No deep conversations with others so I go through my deepest thought alone,
That may be the reason why they think I'm crazy.
I remember when I wasn't on shit I was fucking lazy,
I found my craft and just started going fucking crazy.
There's no real nigga on my level,
I can't change them.
We have different mentalities,
You'll only know my moves unless I tell you.
I can't change yo thoughts on reality,
I can honestly say you on some hoe shit.
One false move can change yo life,
You have seen it happen once, but one more time can make you lose you're all.
No facial expression, as a kid all adults but my moms thought I was always angry.
As a kid playing with my friends, they all thought I was kinda funny but looked at me as da nigga with da coldest heat.
But I was a cool kid until I was picked on by the world, treated the worst and let down by family members who said they would be down the most.
Time was told,
Now I don't hate who gave me the worse,
I grew up, found my craft, and learned how to show my ass
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My Ass Maybe Shown
PoetryThe things I took myself through to get to where I'm at now to show my ass