As a young child lost to poverty in a world of disillusions,
Surrounded by drugs, killings, genocide, and so many suffering children.
I grew up without hope, threw away all sense of pride,
I became cold hearted, can't even remember the last time I cried.
My emotions became numb and I was exposed to crime,
This way of life I chose living just to die.
At first it seemed I was destined for this criminal lifestyle, but I soon realized with this I still couldn't smile, I was just a child 9 years old trapped and not knowing, surrounded by so much pain I began my poetic flowing. For I could not turn to liquor or weed I didn't have the money, and when I got some the older kids would come and take it from me. So I wrote and wrote, soon the pain began to ease, the hopelessness became hope and soon I began to dream. And I knew I was destined for something better than the life I was living, no longer will I live behind the shadows and remain trapped in this prison.
I have found my blessing, my motivation for breathing, now seeing a life I was meant not too it's time for my healing,
The system is corrupt and now I will be on my journey to fix it,
It’s time for a better day and I devote my life to make shore one day we see it.
