hearing songs of redemption playing in my head.suprised im still living should of been found dead.walk around with a vest to protect me from the lead.tired of all the fronting wish the truth would be said.never let one lead you cause you dont know where you might get led.wish i could tell these young girls you aint got to get your paper by jumping in and out of everyone's bed.feel your struggle though know them shorties got to get fed.just let me tell you theres more than one way to break bread.i've been there know about all the tears you shed.its hell out her as females half the time we gets no respect.some people are so coniving that they take a long time to detect.i stay serious minded out here in theses street i got alot to protect .built to last,can complete any task,just coming real not hiding behind no phacade or mask.always willing to give a helping hand if you ask,in my glory im gonna bask.
thans i was scarred nobody would like it.i know im not a great poet a just like writing about what i live and see every day
well done fab....written with feeling pulled deep from with-in the heart....kep on writing it will set your soul free
