Still young but use words from several decades. I go to St.Martin de Porres which gets me high on thinking. Many thoughts come out of my brain and I can only hope though all of my thoughts can rise me to fame. Still I Rise.)
Poor
Poor
Passing Over Opportunities Repeatedly
This single story has repeatedly
Found it's way in the Entity
Know as the human being
We find ourselves
On the intersection of
Silence, and Judgmental eyes
Constantly trying to hear the cries
From the 10-5
When the real prize
Was stuck in a nightmare
Drowned in a little blood
Because this life is never fair
They didn't give us enough air
To breath in these 7x4 apartments
And as you watch as a ship goes by
Their dropping gold
But your not bold enough
To jump head first into the cold
And as the future unfolded to you
You look back trying to grab all the pieces
But their too many to carry
I know your getting weary
Of constantly barring
Your kin who carried your sin
With coldly held Mac-10s
Getting blast on and off the block
Not caring if he gets shot
Long as you are across the lot
He got shot
Drop everything
He got shot
For you
He got shot
You need to stop
Need to switching
Before you end up in Hell's Kitchen
So do it for him
The ones from the 10-5
To the savage lives
And only
hope they come out alright