She dont know how I be feeling, war wounds with no healing these open windows revealing, demons what im hearing and my visions getting clearer by the day, they say that karma is a bitch but trouble is what dont stay away. And I know I did some dirt in my time but thats why I find hope in these rhymes, the rhyme scheme is never the dream but a cover, to hope that I can hustle for another summer, I know I gotta pay my dues and give my yearly cues, but you aint my view. So really never hopeless, only thought provoking, musics been my focus, hearing them cell doors seeing prison guards soulless, I choose to take a different route and take up being a poet, no slogans. Chasing these dreams I been a fiend, like God had intervened,hustle off the streets, yo passion been in them sheets and I mean, pick up the pen and pad keep grinding, you didnt go thru hell and come back to not start shining
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